I wrote a short story....TWELVE WEEKS!!!!

Soooo...I was bored at work and wrote a short story. This may not be the best place to read it but hey...if u would like a copy I will email it to u. Enjoy...TWELVE WEEKS :0)

She walked into the elevator and her lavender scent ignited my senses. She smiled, pressed the button for the 4th floor then turned to face the elevator doors. She was beautiful. I was intrigued. Her dark brown pea coat fell slightly above her knee, so I used my imagination to mentally paint a picture of her body. I stood there in the back of the elevator, numb. There were so many questions running through my head. I wanted to greet her, but could not muster up the courage to simply say “Hello”.
My name is Jay. I am successful, intelligent, attractive, and single. My friends tell me that I am too picky, but I disagree. I believe that there is one woman that will fulfill all of my desires. Five years ago, I decided to quit my job as VP of a successful Public Relations company to start my own agency, and honestly I just don’t have the time or the energy to sit thru dates with random women. Six weeks ago, I was challenged to go on one date a week for twelve weeks. My sister Chloe thinks that I set my standards too high for my future mate and I will never find the “perfect” woman that will meet all of my requirements. I was skeptical about the challenge at first, but I would go to any length to prove my overly competitive sister wrong. I will find the perfect woman for me. Although there is a million dollars at stake, I will accept this challenge for free.
The sound of the bell woke me out of my day dream. We were at the 4th floor and I had to think fast before she got off of the elevator. Time stood still and everything seemed as if it was moving in slow motion. I watched as she lifted her bag onto her shoulder and then ran her fingers through her jet black hair. She walked off of the elevator and I decided to follow.
There were many offices on the 4th floor and I wondered which one she would enter. I watched as she greeted people as she passed them in the hallway. Her walk was so strong, so confident. Finally she stopped and entered the office on the left at the rear of the building. The gold plated sign on the door read GOLDMAN, HOLLOWELL, and AND CHAMBRIDGE. I stood outside of the office for a moment. I didn’t know if I should approach her now or wait until I had more time to talk. My curiosity pushed me to go inside of the office. She walked passed the clients sitting in the waiting area. “Good Morning Ms. Cambridge”, said the young lady behind the desk. “Good Morning”, said my mystery woman as she walked past the receptionist and into her office. I quickly grabbed a business card from the receptionist desk and walked out of the door. “Tracy Cambridge, attorney at law,” I read the card to myself. “She has a job, a lawyer, well that’s one thing I can check off my list.”
Many thoughts filled my head as I walked back to the elevator. I had been on six dates in the last six weeks. I was nearly half way thru the bet and I had not found a suitable mate. There was Nancy, the elementary school teacher, she was too guarded. Then Sam, the veterinarian, didn’t like her odor. The other dates were not even worth remembering their names.
I made it to my office in just enough time to prepare for my first appointment. I remembered I had scheduled a date this week with Fatima, a small business owner that I gave some advertising advice to a few months before she opened her bakery. I was excited about this date with Fatima. Not only was she smart, sexy, and business savvy, she also loved to cook.
Today will be a long day at the office. I usually schedule afternoon appointments to avoid the morning hustle and bustle, but I made an exception for a new potential client. My afternoon schedule was probably the reason why I never saw Ms. Cambridge in the elevator before even though we shared the same business building. I called Fatima after the lunch hour to confirm our date. The excitement in her voice was the same as mine. We made arrangements to meet at the French bistro on 22nd Street for Happy Hour after work.
Finally it was 5:00pm. I shut down my computer and headed out the door with hopes to have another elevator encounter with Ms. Cambridge, but she was no were in sight. I saw Fatima as she entered the Bistro. She was so graceful and elegant. Her caramel skin was flawless, smooth, and soft. She wore a perfectly tailored black business suit. I love a well dressed woman. I watched her as she sat at the table and removed her scarf. Maybe she is the one. Finally a woman that met more than half of my requirements, but I still could not get Ms. Cambridge off of my mind.
Fatima sat at a small table in the corner of the Bistro. She didn’t notice me when I walked inside. I slowly walked behind her, knelt down, and whispered “Hello gorgeous” in her ear. She jumped because I had caught her by surprise but I felt her energy change when she realized it was me. She turned around and smiled and her smile was enough to brighten even the devil’s day. I was mesmerized by her almond shaped hazel colored eyes. We sat down and the waiter came to take our order. We talked for hours. The conversation was effortless and for the first time in a long time, I was enjoying myself.
After a few more drinks, I got up to go to the bathroom. I walked past the bar and noticed a very familiar scent, lavender. I looked up and there she was, my mystery woman. I was having such a great time with Fatima that I nearly forgot about her, but the moment I laid eyes on her, lust took over me. I had to say something to her this time. I could not let her get away. I went into the bathroom to think of my master plan. How was I going to approach her while I was there with Fatima? What was I going to say? Finally I decided to send my business card by way of my waitress.
I walked out of the bathroom and saw my waitress standing near the kitchen. “Excuse me Sarah, Would you mind giving this card to the young lady standing at the bar with the long jet black hair. She is wearing the white button down shirt and tan colored slacks.” I said trying not to sound nervous. “Sure, sir, is there anything else you would like me to tell her?” Sarah asked. “Yes, please mention that I saw her in the elevator this morning and I would love to take her out on a date, but I have an emergency and need to leave right away. Also send her whatever she is drinking and put it on my tab” I said. “Yes sir, no problem.” Sarah took the card and placed it in her pocket. “Also Sarah, I would like to take care of the bill now. My friend and I are leaving.” Sarah went to the register and completed the transaction. Now all I had to do was get Fatima out of here before the card was delivered. I walked back to my table on the other side of the Bistro and asked Fatima is she was ready to go. She agreed and we both put on our jackets and left the Bistro. I was home free. Now all I had just had to wait for my mystery lady to call.
Fatima told me she wanted to meet a couple of her friends for a birthday gathering at a reggae spot called Home. They had a live band, good food, and a great atmosphere. After finding her friends, we put our jackets at the table, and immediately hit the dance floor. After a few songs, we went back to the table and I could not believe my eyes. There was Ms. Cambridge talking with Fatima’s friends. I held my breath as I watched Fatima hug Ms. Cambridge and shout “Happy Birthday to my Big Sister!!” I wished I was invisible so I could crawl out of the building unnoticed. But it was too late. I wondered if she would recognize me, but before I could finish my thought, Fatima was introducing me. “Tracy, this is my Jay, the guy I have been telling you about. And Jay, this is my sister Tracy!” she said with such innocence. Tracy hugged me tight and her scent was intoxicating. Before she pulled away she whispered in my ear, “Thanks for the drink.” I wanted to melt away. I was overwhelmed with guilt and I wondered if Fatima would ever forgive me. Tracy grabbed Fatima’s hand “I need to speak with you for a minute.” Tracy said to Fatima. I watched as they walked away and into the bathroom. This was the perfect time for me to get away, but I wanted to stand and face the consequences as a man.
Fatima’s face was filled with hurt, anger, and disappointment as she walked out of the bathroom. I was surprised because her demeanor was calm, but you could still see that she was upset. She told me that Sarah, our waitress, pointed me out to Tracy as I walked out the door of the Bistro. There was nothing I could do but apologize and explain to Fatima that I did not mean to intentionally hurt her, but I was selfish and wrong. She told me that Tracy was a lesbian, so all of my actions were in vain. I was speechless.
The next day I decided to call off the challenge with my sister, and just paid her the million dollars. I secretly hoped that my sister’s happiness would eventually wash away my guilt. I had spent years trying to find the perfect women, only to find that I was an imperfect man.