Monday 12:01 am
Dear Eric,
Do you know what I was just thinking about? I was thinking about the first time we met. Do you remember that day? I remember it like it just happened five minutes ago. You came into my office and you sauntered in like you owned the place. Never mind the fact that my office door was closed. You were a man on a mission that you needed to complete. I've never told you this but I was glad that you sauntered into my office like you owned the place. You were so handsome in your navy blue suit and red tie. I looked at my appointment book and hoped that you were supposed to be there to see me but no. My next appointment was Mrs. Bodehouse. She looks nothing like you. I looked up at you and sighed.
You looked at me and smiled. "Good morning," you said. You have the sexiest accent I've ever heard. I almost fell through my seat.
"Good morning to you." Then I asked, "Can I help you?"
You asked, "Are you Mr. Sam Merlotte?"
I couldn't believe that you asked me that. I wanted to laugh but I couldn't. I should have been insulted but I wasn't. It was just too funny. So instead of being angry and throwing you out on your ass, I answered your question. "I do apologize but no, I am not Mr. Sam Merlotte. But I can tell you where to go."
You said, "I'd appreciate that but before you do, can I ask you for something?"
Again, I wanted to laugh. I couldn't believe you. You called me a man and in the next breath you wanted to ask me for a favor. I was thinking to myself that whatever favor you wanted from me, it had to be a good one.
"Sure," I said. "Go right ahead."
"Can I get your number?" You batted those sweet baby blues at me and then you gave me the most devastatingly handsome smile I'd ever see. And with your eyes and your smile, you had me but I couldn't let you know it.
One thing that didn't work in your favor was that you couldn't come up with a better pick up line. I thought to myself a man as handsome and as funny as he is couldn't do any better than that? I expected you to say something like 'Excuse me, but I think I dropped something ... My Jaw !' or something even cheesier than that like 'If I received a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents'. Right then and there, I decided to give you the number to the phone booth down the block. I just had to know what you'd do once you found out that I'd given you a fake number.
"Sure," I said. I pulled a post-it from my desk and wrote down 'my' number. Since you had your cell phone out, I assumed that you would call me to be sure that I'd given you my real number but again, you surprised me. Even when you walked past my office from Sam's, I expected something but got nothing. Well, not right then.
When I got off that evening, lo and behold, guess who was waiting for me? That's right. You were.
You said, "I went to your house but there was a guy there and he was using your phone." Oh and then that smile and the most beautiful laugh I'd ever heard.
I fell in love with you that very second. That very second, I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with you. That day was a Monday.
I used to like Mondays.
Loving you always,
Sookie.