The Other Woman

Last Sunday I dressed like I actually cared about my appearance. Normally I just roll out of bed, grab a dress that requires no effort to get on, brush my teeth, grab a baggie of cereal and head out the door. But I couldn't sleep so I actually tried to be a respectable human being. I even made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich! I don't know if eating a sandwich in church is much better than eating Applejacks from a plastic bag like a two year old, but I was really excited about the new jam I bought.

So I joined the mass exodus toward campus where our services are held.

I normally sit on the second to last row near the door, just in case I get a sever case of anxiety and need to leave, but I was feeling pretty good about myself. Sandwich and sketchbook in hand, I sat in the third to last row away from the door.

The service began and I had a couple of seats around me that were free. All of a sudden this boy walked in to the room. He had this lovely 50's hairstyle, a luscious beard, and a classy tie.

 
I swear somewhere Rihanna started to sing "Where Have You Been," though it is hard to say.

He continued walking until he got to my row and turned. Remember all the empty seats around me? I thought I had pretty good chances of having him sit near me. My heart jumped a little. 

 ...And then it fell off a cliff into a pile of cold disappointment.