Transference

I did not hear from John for a few more days. At first I thought that maybe he had finally gotten over me, or perhaps moved on to seduce someone else. After all, that would be congruent with his past history, which I knew everything about. I thought about calling him, but I wanted him to make the first move after our last tryst. It would tell me more about what kind of man he was.

Well, about a week later while I was working, I received a call from our secretary Nancy, who said there was a gift for me at the front desk. I walked down and saw a beautiful vase of roses, like the one that I had received many weeks earlier. There was also a package and a card attached to it. I opened the card and it simply read, "There won't be any excuses next time to prevent us from getting closer. Call me. Love you madly, John." I then opened the package and it was an unmarked box filled with what must have been five hundred condoms. Without saying a word this time, I brought the flowers and condoms back to my office.

I sat in my office for about ten minutes, admiring my gifts, and thinking about whether I should call him. With a surrealism that felt as though I was living in the third-person, I watched as my hand picked up the phone and started to dial his number.