Picking up from last Saturday and Part 4.

Chapter Four
Room #104 and Neighbor Peter
When a Man Buys You Drinks Is He Entitled to More?
August-September

When I got home that night I started to sneeze uncontrollably. His cologne was stuck on my skin, in my hair, and in my clothing. I showered before I went to bed, put my dress in a Ziploc bag like biohazard material to seal off his smell. First thing in the morning, I determinedly drove to the dry cleaner and handed the bag to Jill for complete decontamination.

Someplace inside Neighbor Peter is the sweet guy I saw that the first time we met, but I was never able to pull back enough layers to find it. He did a great job of putting on a macho, womanizing act to keep me from seeing his true core. The Sunday after our date, he called first thing in the morning, interrupting my weekly ritual of doing the bills, practicing yoga and getting ready for the new week.

“Hi Jennifer, it’s Peter. Why don’t you come over and sit on my face?” I wanted to heave.

“No. I don’t think so,” was my shocked reply.

“Well, do you want to go to Manhattan Beach this afternoon? There is a food festival, and it should be really cool.”

“No. I have yoga.”

“How about we meet later for dinner, then?”

“No. I like to take a sauna after yoga class and have a relaxing night alone.” Sunday is my day, and I was not about to change my routine for him.

He called me about five times the next day and sent numerous e-mails; this was abnormal behavior. I let him know that his actions made me uncomfortable and I didn’t want to see him again. That has yet to stop him from contacting me.

To be continued next week.

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