Stemningsmusikk! Esmee Denters - Over Again
Maria står og tripper, hun er nervøs. Blind date med en mann søsteren hennes kjenner. Sommerfuglene i magen hennes er kjempestore og bakser rundt. Hun brukte ekstra lang tid på å gjøre seg klar, måtte passe på at alt var perfekt. Håret lå i løse krøller nedover skuldrene, den enkle, sorte kjolen la seg pent rundt hoftene hennes og de lange litt for tynne beina møtte bakken iført spisse, pumps. Hun var fornøyd. Den røde munnen hennes trakk fort et fornøyd smil og følte seg tilfreds.
Et kjapt blikk på klokken forteller henne at hun er femten minutter for tidlig ute, sommerfuglene i magen hennes våkner til liv igjen. Hun setter seg og tar frem en tyggispakke, trenger noe annet å tenke på. Det er varmt i luften enda og et sted litt borte hører hun sirisser, midt i juli er det uansett mer behagelig varme litt i kveldingen. Hun slipper iallefall å tenke på om hun kommer til å fryse.
Tankene vandrer igjen, hvordan ser han ut? Høy, lav, tynn, tykk? Har det egentlig noe å si så lenge mannen er snill? Hun må le litt for seg selv. Her sitter hun, en kvinne i sin beste alder, nettopp fylt 30 og tenker slik. Er hun ikke for gammel til å la utseende komme først? Når blir man for gammel? Etter ytterligere et par minutter med grubling bestemmer hun seg for at hun ikke er for gammel, hun har da minst 40 år til å leve! Det skal hun dele med en hun elsker, og om han ser bra ut gjør da for guds skyld ikke det noe.
Hun ser på klokken igjen, ti minutter igjen. Det begynner å bli litt kjøligere i luften så hun trekker jakken litt tettere om seg og fortsetter ventingen. Hun tenker på hvordan han ser ut. Tenker seg at han er rundt 1.90 høy, mørk i håret og med dype mørkeblå øyne (den informasjonen har hun strengt tatt fått av søsteren, men da har hun iallefall noe å gå utfra) Hun tenker seg at han smiler skrått, fra den ene munnviken med rette hvite tenner. Han røyker ikke og drikker sjelden. Kun et glass vin til maten eller kveldskosen. Han skal ha et kraftig kjeveparti og myke lepper. Nesen er passe stor, ikke for liten men heller ikke så stor at den tar all fokus fra øynene hun bare suges inn i. Hun smiler for seg selv mens hun tenker.
Fortapt i sine egne tanker glemmer hun tiden og kjenner plutselig en forsiktig prikking på skulderen, hun snur seg sakte rundt og der står han. Drømmemannen, absolutt ikke slik hun hadde sett ham for seg, men absolutt ikke verre. "Maria?" Spør han smilende, hun nikker. "Det er jeg som er Johannes" smiler han skrått. Hun er fortapt i øynene hans og blir bare sittende å smile, til slutt klarer hun å få frem et lite "Hei". Han rekker henne hånden, hun tar den og sammen går de inn. Dette kan være starten på noe stort.
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Maria's nervous. Today's her blind date with a man her sister knows. The butterflies in her stomach are huge and all over. She spent a lot of time in the bathroom this evening, to make sure everything was perfect. Her hair lay in loose curls down her shoulders, the simple, black dress fit nicely around her hips and her long, thin legs met the ground wearing pointy, pumps. She was happy. Her red lips of formed, for just a second a satisfied smile, she felt fantastic.
A quick glance at the clock tells her that she is fifteen minutes early, the butterflies in her stomach wake up again. She sat down and finds a package of gum in her purse. She needs something else to think about. It's still quite warm outside and somewhere she can hear crickets, in the middle of July there is any more comfortable a bit in the evening than in the middle of the day, anyway. At least she doesn't have to think about whether she'll get cold.
Her thoughts wander again, what does he look like? Tall, short, thin, thick? Does it really matter as long as the man is kind? She laughs for herself. Here she sat, a woman in her finest age, just turned 30, and thinks in this way. Isn't she too old to let appearance come first? When are you too old? After an additional couple of minutes of brooding she decides that she isn't too old, she has as least 40 years left of her life! 40 years she will be sharing with a man she loves, and, if he is good looking as well, that is just a very fine bonus.
She took another look at the clock, ten minutes left. It's getting a little cooler in the air , so she pulls her jacket a little tighter around herself and continue waiting. She thinks of how he might look like. Thinking that he is quite tall, has dark hair and deep blue eyes (this information she has been given by her sister, but then she has at least something to base her thoghts upon) She thinks that he smiles in his one cute way, you know, from one corner of the mouth, has straight white teeth. He does not smoke and rarely drinks. Only a glass of wine with dinner. He should have a broad chin and soft lips. The nose is the right size, not too small but not so large that it takes all the focus from his eyes, the same eyes that suck her in. in. She smiled, it was a nice thought.
Lost in her own thoughts, she forgets the time and suddenly felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, she turned around slowly, and there he stands. The man of her dreams, certainly not as she had imagined, but certainly not worse. "Maria?" He asks with a smile, she nodded. "I'm John" he smiles, in his own cute way. She is lost in his eyes and can't help herself, she just sits there, she finally manages to get out a little "Hi". He holds out his hand, she takes it and together they go inside. This could be the start of something great.
Et kjapt blikk på klokken forteller henne at hun er femten minutter for tidlig ute, sommerfuglene i magen hennes våkner til liv igjen. Hun setter seg og tar frem en tyggispakke, trenger noe annet å tenke på. Det er varmt i luften enda og et sted litt borte hører hun sirisser, midt i juli er det uansett mer behagelig varme litt i kveldingen. Hun slipper iallefall å tenke på om hun kommer til å fryse.
Tankene vandrer igjen, hvordan ser han ut? Høy, lav, tynn, tykk? Har det egentlig noe å si så lenge mannen er snill? Hun må le litt for seg selv. Her sitter hun, en kvinne i sin beste alder, nettopp fylt 30 og tenker slik. Er hun ikke for gammel til å la utseende komme først? Når blir man for gammel? Etter ytterligere et par minutter med grubling bestemmer hun seg for at hun ikke er for gammel, hun har da minst 40 år til å leve! Det skal hun dele med en hun elsker, og om han ser bra ut gjør da for guds skyld ikke det noe.
Hun ser på klokken igjen, ti minutter igjen. Det begynner å bli litt kjøligere i luften så hun trekker jakken litt tettere om seg og fortsetter ventingen. Hun tenker på hvordan han ser ut. Tenker seg at han er rundt 1.90 høy, mørk i håret og med dype mørkeblå øyne (den informasjonen har hun strengt tatt fått av søsteren, men da har hun iallefall noe å gå utfra) Hun tenker seg at han smiler skrått, fra den ene munnviken med rette hvite tenner. Han røyker ikke og drikker sjelden. Kun et glass vin til maten eller kveldskosen. Han skal ha et kraftig kjeveparti og myke lepper. Nesen er passe stor, ikke for liten men heller ikke så stor at den tar all fokus fra øynene hun bare suges inn i. Hun smiler for seg selv mens hun tenker.
Fortapt i sine egne tanker glemmer hun tiden og kjenner plutselig en forsiktig prikking på skulderen, hun snur seg sakte rundt og der står han. Drømmemannen, absolutt ikke slik hun hadde sett ham for seg, men absolutt ikke verre. "Maria?" Spør han smilende, hun nikker. "Det er jeg som er Johannes" smiler han skrått. Hun er fortapt i øynene hans og blir bare sittende å smile, til slutt klarer hun å få frem et lite "Hei". Han rekker henne hånden, hun tar den og sammen går de inn. Dette kan være starten på noe stort.
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Maria's nervous. Today's her blind date with a man her sister knows. The butterflies in her stomach are huge and all over. She spent a lot of time in the bathroom this evening, to make sure everything was perfect. Her hair lay in loose curls down her shoulders, the simple, black dress fit nicely around her hips and her long, thin legs met the ground wearing pointy, pumps. She was happy. Her red lips of formed, for just a second a satisfied smile, she felt fantastic.
A quick glance at the clock tells her that she is fifteen minutes early, the butterflies in her stomach wake up again. She sat down and finds a package of gum in her purse. She needs something else to think about. It's still quite warm outside and somewhere she can hear crickets, in the middle of July there is any more comfortable a bit in the evening than in the middle of the day, anyway. At least she doesn't have to think about whether she'll get cold.
Her thoughts wander again, what does he look like? Tall, short, thin, thick? Does it really matter as long as the man is kind? She laughs for herself. Here she sat, a woman in her finest age, just turned 30, and thinks in this way. Isn't she too old to let appearance come first? When are you too old? After an additional couple of minutes of brooding she decides that she isn't too old, she has as least 40 years left of her life! 40 years she will be sharing with a man she loves, and, if he is good looking as well, that is just a very fine bonus.
She took another look at the clock, ten minutes left. It's getting a little cooler in the air , so she pulls her jacket a little tighter around herself and continue waiting. She thinks of how he might look like. Thinking that he is quite tall, has dark hair and deep blue eyes (this information she has been given by her sister, but then she has at least something to base her thoghts upon) She thinks that he smiles in his one cute way, you know, from one corner of the mouth, has straight white teeth. He does not smoke and rarely drinks. Only a glass of wine with dinner. He should have a broad chin and soft lips. The nose is the right size, not too small but not so large that it takes all the focus from his eyes, the same eyes that suck her in. in. She smiled, it was a nice thought.
Lost in her own thoughts, she forgets the time and suddenly felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, she turned around slowly, and there he stands. The man of her dreams, certainly not as she had imagined, but certainly not worse. "Maria?" He asks with a smile, she nodded. "I'm John" he smiles, in his own cute way. She is lost in his eyes and can't help herself, she just sits there, she finally manages to get out a little "Hi". He holds out his hand, she takes it and together they go inside. This could be the start of something great.
slutter den der? Jeg vil jo vite hvordan det går! :) Og så utrolig glad jeg ble for å finne noen andre som fyller bloggen sin med tekster! Trodde jeg var den eneste, og du er jo et gullkorn i bloggverden når det gjelder norsk og rettskriving - dét er sjelden vare, det.
SvarSlettNå gleder jeg meg til å lese flere tekster :)