Is there a warm moon in your palm?

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

He calls me sometimes. Congratulations on some holiday. And the voice is so velvety, gentle, crumbly in the telephone receiver. How can you not melt yourself? He wishes me great love, and I answered him: win a million dollars in the lottery and marry a princess. A kind of innocent exchange of pleasantries, childish play of pretense. Or is it just me? Maybe he really has no time for me, and phone calls are just a tribute to politeness?

Why then asks, what am I doing now? What excuse to invite somewhere? Several times, fool, I replied that I was diligently translating a business letter from America into Russian or writing an article. And only for the last time, at last, I guessed to say: I'm messing around. He was silent for quite a bit, and then turned the conversation to another topic.

The further, the deeper I get stuck in his eyes. I just can't take my eyes off his pupils. Two endlessly black tunnels open before me, and I fly into the unknown with great speed. It is already breathtaking, and golden sparks flare up. It lasts only a moment until he looks away.

No, he's not handsome at all. Even, rather, the opposite. Swarthy and dark-eyed, thin and slightly shy. This shyness and reticence is a great disguise. It is more convenient to live this way: to observe, to wait for the right moment. I very often noticed that his feigned shyness can suddenly turn into the firmness and confidence of a person who knows life very well in a split second. And this often confuses everyone. But not me. I feel it very well. I feel like my own hand or leg. I know that the ringing phone call is his. Or now he will enter the room, although it was he who was least expected to be seen here. And so it happens.

I just know he has another woman. He did not tell me about this. In fact, he is a secretive person, and no one ever knows anything about his love stories. But I can feel it. Moreover, this lady occupies a not very honorable place in his soul. Closer, so to speak, to the body. In addition, he met her recently. But it still hurts. And it's sad. Once we accidentally three of us collided in the corridor of one cool office. A successful business meeting with a customer ended unpleasantly for me. Sometimes he and I do some work together. Good friends should help each other earn their daily bread.

So, we ran into it by accident. I was unpleasantly struck by her prickly jealous look and rude manner of communication. She just pounced on him: When will you call?!? The dialogue was quick, angry, and unremarkable. I was so taken aback that I did not have time to guess to step aside and wait a little. If only he spoke to me so rudely? I don't know what would have happened? Anyway, no man in the world can speak to me in such a tone!

I was finally convinced that she is not my rival in a serious situation. Although beautiful. Byzantine eyes, light, drawn to the temples … black prickly mustache with a funny hedgehog. He could not explain to me what they were to him. Only shyly smiled back. I hate men with mustaches. A kind of nightmarish atavism of patriarchy. But his mustache touches me. So you want to gently touch your finger … And he also has crooked legs. And it seems to me an original non-trivial charm. Although in fact she never loved such a noticeable flaw in the male figure. What is happening to me?

I am moved when he is drunk and talks all sorts of nonsense. I am in seventh heaven when he lightly touches my arm or shoulder. Then I remember this touch for a long time and play it in my memory. I am ready to do anything for him, without expecting anything in return.

Yesterday he came in in a black shirt, poplar fluff stuck to his shoulders and back. And I diligently blew the fluff off the fabric. It was so wonderful! Well, at least do something for him. Now I understand crazy wives, every day selflessly washing shirts for their husbands. I never thought that my female essence would still manifest itself in this way. After all, I hate it when women devote their lives to men and embody all their creativity in cabbage pies, boiling sheets and knitting socks. It turns out that this kind of activity can be very enjoyable.

Well, and he? He once said that he likes me today. Once he even hugged me and pushed his prickly mustache into my neck. And he also unexpectedly made me a supermodel for six months in our city.

We were with him in the theater for a rehearsal of a new production to make a good advertising poster with scenes from the play. The lights were turned off in the hall. I was wearing a black dress with a blind collar and long sleeves. I combed my hair smoothly. In short, in the darkness, it turns out, only my face and hands turned white. I was very carried away by the performance, laughed? And I didn't notice how he spent three films exclusively on me. And then a whole advertising campaign for one cosmetics company was built on … my face! Amazingly, this particular picture was approved in the overseas office !!! I'm not photogenic at all. Moreover, I did not recognize myself on the posters posted all over the city. And relatives, friends, colleagues too. Only after long and persistent questioning was it possible to find out from him who, after all, this mysterious stranger on the poster was.

He loves to make unexpected surprises for everyone, loves practical jokes. Everyone was surprised for a long time, I am more than the rest. It turns out that sometimes you can see a person completely different, take off his usual mask, a stereotype imposed by the personality on the people around him. And the real face appears. Having examined the poster carefully, I still recognized myself. I couldn't believe that I could be so beautiful. You had to catch this beauty!

That's the whole secret of success. His success! I turned down the fee in his favor. Because everything happened spontaneously, and I'm not a professional in the modeling business. Of course, this version sounded out loud. And in the shower? Is it possible to measure with money what is happening to me?

I am sitting now and wondering if he will call tomorrow? I got him a handle from a 1956 ZIL-Moscow refrigerator. He loves rarities. This is passion. And his entire apartment is antiques from the Soviet period. All things are in perfect condition, suitable for use. They go to him by inheritance, as a gift from friends and acquaintances, for a penny at a flea market. Recently he bought a refrigerator without a handle. So happy! Now he will fix his treasure and store borsch with sausage in it. And I also want to give him an old tube radio "Belarus-59". But this is for my birthday, which will happen next Sunday.

More than anything in the world, I am now afraid of one thing. One day he will tell me his sweet "bye-bye" and disappear from my life forever. And not because we quarrel or stop being friends. He just won't have a reason to meet. The contract in an advertising agency will end. A new sweetheart will appear, a job. And he will have no time to call me, there is nothing to talk about with me, except for the traditional platitudes: "How are you? How are you?" This has happened to my friends. Disappear into oblivion for several years. And we meet only by chance, somewhere at a noisy intersection, in between the next races for ghostly happiness. Each has its own.