I'm A Georgia Peach, Honest, I Am

Abraham and I met through work though our offices were an hour and a half apart. When we first started dating, we knew we could see each other on the weekends but it would be difficult to see each other during the week, unless.....Unless something happened near Abraham's office that required me to head out that way to do my job - be nice to people. Right from the get-go, I knew I really liked this guy but I had a little pit of fear that separation would not make the heart grow fonder. So, I hoped that I would have a reason to work out his way during the week - and soon.

Well, the stars aligned and something happened where someone needed me to be nice to them. It would take a couple of days of early mornings through late nights of being nice and my agency didn't want me driving back and forth so they approved me a hotel room. So, I called Abraham and told him I would be in the office mid week and if he was around, let's grab dinner. I was cool. I was hip. I wasn't rushing anything. I was scared crapless that he'd be like, "listen nutter butter, we had plans this weekend and now you are popping up at my office on Wednesday. Stalker...."

But no, Abraham sounded psyched and told me to meet him at the office when I was done and he would show me where the hotel was since it was in a fairly shady area. Also, he told me that we could do dinner whenever I was done woking, he'd wait for me and was looking forward to seeing me. The pit in my stomach turned to excited butterflies.


When my work was finished, I headed back to the office.  Abraham carried my bag as we walked over to the hotel.  As we walked, we chatted about what to have for dinner, our day, etc.  Knowing that I would be seeing Abraham, I had put a little effort into my look, skirt, nice top, cute little black kitten heels. I had actually done my hair and put on more makeup than the usual chap stick.  I was feeling pretty good.  My feet were a little sore from the heels but that is the price you pay for looking cute.  Abraham and I are making a plan for the evening, he said he'd wait in the lobby while I bring my bag up and then we will head out.  I am trying to be so cool and relaxed as I breezily toss my hair aside, look back over my shoulder and say, "see you in a few".  


That's when I feel it, something wet and gloppy coming over the tops of my cute open toed heels. And I feel like I am sinking.  What's going on? I see Abraham looking down and suppressing a smile.  That's when I look down and see that somehow, despite the caution tape, I have sauntered through a patch of fresh, wet cement.

Everyone in the lobby and the front desk is looking at me. All I can think to say is, "I bet y'all would never guess I'm a Southern Belle.  Born in Georgia.  This is the move of a Georgia Peach."  I did not make the South proud with that move!