We Are Adults

As I tucked mytoddler into bed, having read his favourite story cover to cover three times, I smiled to myself, the familiar feeling of excitementcreeping overme when anticipating what may await me in my email inbox this evening.

I crept out of the room, hearing the familiar whisper of 'Love you mummy' as I slowly pulled the door to. Replying, also in a low but meaningful whisper I smiled towards my beautiful son before slowly moving out of his sight down the hallway towards the lounge.

Doing a quick double take that I had in fact cleared away the masses of today's toys, crayons, dishes and discarded clothes I moved across the loungeeagerly towards my computer, sitting heavily on the chair, happy to be resting finally as many mums alone are.

Then, unable tocontain my excitement any longer I quickly clickedinto my email. As I watched the masses of junk and unnecessary mail filter through my excitement started to turn to disappointment as I realisedit wasn't there. No, I wasn't expecting an email saying I had won the national lottery, orone saying I had received a huge promotion. I was in fact expecting a mail from the most stunning, caring, considerate guy I had ever met and had been fortunate enoughto have had abrief encounter with many many moons ago. But no, nothing.

I slouched back in my chair, immediately allowing my mind to swim with reasons why I hadn't heard anything, all of them probably completely rubbish. I smiled an half angry smile as I saw adverts flashing along the bottom of my screen saying 'LOOK LOOK Fantastic new dating site, make that brief encounter the real thing, join here today only £5.99!! Meet lots of stunning people in your area!!'....

...'Pah' I thought 'Silly dating sites'..... Still, I realised they were probably getting more excitement then me right now as I clicked on the send/receive button for the fifteenth time, not understanding how I had allowed myself to feel so strongly about someone.

See to explain, this wasn't just any ordinary brief encounter, it was onethat had left me bemused and spendingtwo years hoping for it to happen again. I had become very close to someone from simply bumping into them each morning on the way to work, I know, such a cliche. But, it had grown from 'good morning' to full conversations quite quickly, of course I made the effort to look slightly more stunning than the day before each morning and eventuallywe'd gotten together and 'had our moment'. Onlynow two years on, he'dmoved away what felt like so long agoandwe'd progressed only as far as daily emails, but after putting my son to bed I had always found that first email sat in my inbox, ready to start the backwards and forwards constant conversation that consumed both of our evenings.

Only not tonight....

After half an hour of clicking, hoping it was going to come through soon I was growing more and more annoyed, partly because there was no email, and partly for letting myself feel so strong about.... I was half relieved when I heard the knock at the door, even though at this time in the evening charity collectors were the only people standing the other side of it.

Clicking off my email in disgust I hurried to the door. Shock consumed me asI opened it and there in front of me stood no other then my email sender himself...... A huge smile spread across his face and as he thrust a huge bouquet of flowers towards me he said in a whisper "sorry darling, I couldn't get my email to work on the train, how's my little boy doing?".......