Listen up, ya’ll! This is some HUGE news! We have our first Life Crash Moment from a guy. So cool! Jason, you’re one of my favorite humans…just for that. I know how much courage it took to sit down and type out some of your most intimate moments, so I salute you. And thank you. I learned an invaluable lesson about ghosting and hope our readers will appreciate you as much as I do. Since I have always been a female and probably view your experience from a totally bizarre perspective, I will try to keep my comments to a minimum, but you know…
Jason collapsed back onto the bed.
“That was amazing!” he sighed out, grinning, swiping his damp hair from his face.
He was breathing so hard he could scarcely speak. With
his heart racing a mile a minute in his chest, he managed to crane his head to the
side to glance at Kira. Laying on her back, her eyes closed, hands crossed over
her abdomen, she remained silent. He wanted to thread his fingers through her
tousled hair and let his lips roam all over her, but he had to first find how
to breathe again. So…he just stared. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
Had never felt anything so perfect. He hoped she felt the same way, because he
had put his entire heart into making everything just right for her.
He could still remember the first time he’d lain eyes on
her in the coffee shop. She’d been sitting alone in a booth, sipping a fancy
drink and completely focused on her laptop, so focused she hadn’t realized her
upper lip was covered with a whip cream mustache. Ahhhh, he’d wanted to walk right up to her and lick it off, but
somehow knew that would not be the way to introduce himself. He settled on
calmly approaching her and offering his name. After giving him the once over, she’d
smiled and turned his world upside down. Kira.
He spent the next few months showering her with all that
a woman would want. Flowers, candy, sweet texts in the middle of the day,
dinners at fancy restaurants, even walks in the park. He opened doors for her,
pulled out chairs, burned aroma during her visits, and (don’t you dare laugh) tried his hand at poetry. For Kira, he was
determined to be her Mr. Right. And tonight, as with their previous overnight dates,
he began the evening with an expensive wine, a playlist of love songs on low, candles
lit throughout the space, then a slow, tender finale. It was imperative that
she felt how much she meant to him. How special she was. That she was the one.
And this night would be the night. He
would confess to her that he loved her.
“Kira?”
“Yes?” she answered, surprisingly not struggling for air as he still was.
“Can we talk?”
Without glimpsing at him, she rolled to her side…the one not facing him, and pulled the sheet over her bare body. “I’m really tired. Can we do this tomorrow?”
Shocked, all he could do was work to shut his open mouth.
Not only was she brushing off his question, but he’d expected more after what they’d just shared.
Glancing down, he swallowed hard. He was more than ready…then it hit him. She
hadn’t even responded to his first words. That was amazing, right? And why wasn’t she all sweaty, like him? Did
she even…? His heart dropped to his stomach as he considered the unthinkable.
For hours, he watched the whirling ceiling fan above the bed, trying to force
himself not to freakout, until he eventually fell asleep. Big mistake. When the
morning sun forced his eyes open, he shifted to give his girl something to
remind her of him all day. He would maybe even tell her what he’d wanted to
last night, but his hand hit only the mattress next to him. It was cold. And Kira
was gone.
And Whoosh! Jason felt as if his heart
had been sucked from his body and wrapped around his neck. He literally thought
he would suffocate from fear. Poor Jason.
His Life Crash Moment had arrived!
WTH. He jumped
from the bed, hoping Kira was in the kitchen, making coffee or something, but
it was empty, as was the rest of the house. He couldn’t believe she had crept
out on him. No goodbye kiss. No sweet note. Immediately, he texted her. Praying.
Standing in the middle of his den, naked, and freezing.
“Thank you for another incredible night. Missed you this
morning. Can we talk?” Ten minutes passed. Twenty. An hour. Two hours. Nothing.
“Love to hear from you. Missing you. R u available?” Ten
minutes passed. Twenty. An hour. Two hours. Nothing.
“R u ok? I’m worried, babe. Please let me know
something.” Ten minutes passed. Twenty. An hour. Two hours. Nothing.
This was ridiculous. He couldn’t focus on his job. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t think. And it only got worse, because the same cycle continued for an entire week. He, texting and calling…receiving no response or getting voicemail. Every time. So, he resorted to his only other option. He knew it was pathetic and creepy, but he had to see her.
Coincidentally, he ran into her at her favorite coffee shop. Accidentally, he brushed her arm at the local bar. He just happened to be getting a pedicure (huh?) when she showed up for a manicure at her salon. Her regularly scheduled visit. Luckily, during each incident, she just looked straight through him, like he was invisible…instead of calling the cops. (Ok, I tried to hold my tongue, but seriously, Jason? You’re freaking me out.)
He really wanted to cry. Like big heaving movie sobs. She couldn’t even spare him a pity butterfly finger wave or fake smile. What had he done so horrible? (Uhhhh) Distraught, hating what he’d become…Jason, the idiot stalker (His words, but I agree. Sorry.), he finally elicited advice from a friend.
“She’s ghosting you.”
“What?! But why? I’ve done everything in my power to be the kind of man every woman dreams about. I’m in love with her and she’s purposing avoiding me? Ignoring me?”
“Yep. Looks that way. Ok, so what do you mean…the kind of
man every woman dreams about?”
So, as embarrassing as it was, he described his brilliant campaign for Kira’s heart. His friend listened to all of it without interruption, and when he finished, she just stared at him for about thirty seconds, straight faced, then snorted and burst into howling laughter. So hard she snorted several more times. Eyes watering. (Come on! It’s funny. Poetry?)
“None of this is funny! You’re supposed to be my friend.”
“How can I not
laugh? You’re an idiot. And possibly a criminal. Who the hell told you that’s what a woman wants? Maybe
sometimes, but not all of the time.”
“No one told me. She’s special. I just…”
“Listen, Romeo, I can’t even believe I’m doing this, but I’m going to send you a link. Buy the damn book and stop acting like a moron. Read it then go see her. And stop following her, before you end up in jail. I am so not bailing you out!” (Amen, sister!)
Enter Meridian Stone: The Transition. (Yay! Thanks, friend!) Although Jason is usually a legal thriller type of guy, he did not hesitate to dive right in. And once he immersed himself, he understood. He knew…
One month later…
“Holy cow! That was amazing!” Kira moaned, collapsing on
top of Jason. She was breathing so hard Jason could barely understand her.
He smiled. “You liked that, huh?”
“When did you get so…creative? Such a beast?!” she asked breathily then giggled as Jason rolled them over the mattress. He loved that sound.
Indulging himself in a brief moment to drown in her hazy eyes, he captured her next moan with his mouth. He really loved that sound. Then…he showed her a few more of his new tricks. The next morning when he woke, Kira was nestled tightly into his side, sleeping soundly, and he pulled her even closer. An hour later, he was still drinking in the sight of her when she stirred, staring up at him with a groggy grin.
“Don’t go nuts or anything…” she started and he couldn’t help but tense. Kissing her forehead, he said nothing, just waited for her to resume, which she did, following a deep inhale. “I should have told you this before, but, but I love you, Jason.”
I love you, Jason.
She said it! And Jason wanted to cry, like big heaving movie sobs, but that
would not do, especially after what they’d just shared. Instead, he confessed
what he’d wanted to the night before she’d turned him into a ghost.
“I love you, too, Kira.”
Before she could reply, he gripped her wrists and secured
them above her head. When she grinned with that sweet little yelp of hers, his
chest tightened. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Had never felt
anything so perfect.
The rest of the story…
Not shocking…Jason really had no idea what Kira’s dream of a man was. After reading Meridian Stone: The Transition, he was certain what he’d been doing was all wrong. Or not enough. Or too much of the same thing. So yeah, he was a little confused but not about his feelings for Kira. After a week of mustering his courage, he’d found her at her favorite coffee shop, walked right up to her table, and sat down next to her. When she didn’t scream, Jason said hello by searing her with the most heated kiss he dared. In public. Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, after a second of shock, she melted into him. And he knew his friend had been right. As usual.
So…right there, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, he swallowed his pride and begged for another chance. It helped that she was looking at him in a way she’d never done before. All gooey and shaky. The ghost was gone. She most certainly could see him now. When they next met, alone, Kira actually apologized to him, after disclosing exactly why she’d walked away. The ghosting. In the nutshell…he’d been lame. Too puppy and soft. Sure, she liked the sweet stuff, on occasion, but she needed a lion, hungry and hard, to make her feel like a woman. Balance. After spending so much time with Jason and his campaign, he’d convinced her that he was not that. Oh, but Jason was that and now so much more, thanks to his late-night reading sessions with Meridian Stone: The Transition. A Romeo with a roar.
Jason also has some sage advice for all of the men out there who think they know what a woman wants. You probably don’t have a flipping clue. If in doubt…ask a friend…a woman. And read! (For real…new tricks are gooood!)
My thoughts…finally! I’m dying over here!
Thanks again, Jason and Kira! You are sweet…in the cool
way…fans (his word)!
So, there is a disclaimer to the ‘fans’ thing: Jason describes Kira as an indirect fan, since she is a mega beneficiary of his lessons. You see…he hasn’t actually shared Meridian Stone: The Transition with her yet. For now, he prefers to keep it as his secret magick manual but promises he will share it when Meridian Stone: The Awakening is available. Book 2 will be his new secret. Ok, I’m down with that. But…Jason, you do realize that she just might accidentally read this post, right?
Also, to be fair, since I did kind of sort of issue a few not nice comments for Jason, I feel obliged to address Kira’s whole ghosting saga. That was wrong on so many levels. Daaang. If you don’t feel that a relationship is working out, just communicate. To just step away from a person without telling them why, especially someone who cares about you, is downright cruel. I’m just saying… And this situation seemed so avoidable. Kira, you were obviously feeling Jason. The puppy. Why not do some exploration before the drama? See if there was a lion hiding inside? So much better than being a ghost girl meany.
But hey, sometimes, life has to crash before the pieces
are reassembled into something utterly magickal! I am so happy for the two of
you! And Jason…Thank you! Thank you! I can’t wait for an update when you get
those claws of yours into Meridian Stone: The Awakening!
I look forward to hearing from you, too. Yeah…YOU…reading this post. You are invaluable, priceless, and your contribution is uber important. Plus, a girl can’t have too many fearless friends! Let’s hear from you today. If you want to remain anonymous, that’s cool. Just stop hesitating and share. 2019 is your year to be bold. Be MORE! You’ll never know what magick you’ll find or inspire…until you let us see you. Really see you!
