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The smell of smoke and coffee lingered in the air as the song “La Vie En Rose” produced through a record player softly. A woman clad in an elegant black dress was seated in one of the chairs in the café looking out the window smoking a cigarette.
“The sunset here is really sad isn’t it?” She sighed.
A man who was very well groomed and dapper for his age turned towards the window and raised an eyebrow,
“Whatever do you mean Ms. Diane?” He asked her, not stopping once from cleaning cups and silverware. The women takes a long draw from her cigarette before talking once more, “It’s always covered by these dreadful buildings, you only get a glimpse of its beauty and if you really want to see the whole thing, you have to work for it.” She exhaled and as the smoke escaped from her mouth and clouded the air, it covered a “No Smoking” sign that was placed over her head. “It’s sort of like people I suppose. Covering their hearts with locks and walls, you only get a sample of who they truly are and if you want more… you’re going to have to work for that as well.” She picked up a piece of paper that was lying on the table and looks at it. “Well there’s always people who don’t have their hearts locked down, and there are the ones who can’t do anything with theirs.” She takes one final draw from her cigarette blowing the smoke towards the paper.
“You should really stop smoking here, I put that sign up for a reason." The man scoffed causing the woman to laugh.
“I guess I should, since you’re letting me use this place to bring them together after all.” She puts out her cigarette and stands up from her seat. She puts the paper up against the window, facing the content to the outside and tapes it.
The paper was a flyer for a group counsel class taught by Ms. Diane. Normal people wouldn’t have any interest in it, the advertisement was specifically designed to be noticed by people with a unique problem: The inability to love romantically no matter how hard they want to or try to. Complete strangers with incomplete hearts, is what she likes to describe it as. She leaves the shop feel content with her work. “Tomorrow will be the start of it all…” She smiles warmly as she cranes her neck to the sky watching the sunset disappear.
“The sunset here is really sad isn’t it?” She sighed.
A man who was very well groomed and dapper for his age turned towards the window and raised an eyebrow,
“Whatever do you mean Ms. Diane?” He asked her, not stopping once from cleaning cups and silverware. The women takes a long draw from her cigarette before talking once more, “It’s always covered by these dreadful buildings, you only get a glimpse of its beauty and if you really want to see the whole thing, you have to work for it.” She exhaled and as the smoke escaped from her mouth and clouded the air, it covered a “No Smoking” sign that was placed over her head. “It’s sort of like people I suppose. Covering their hearts with locks and walls, you only get a sample of who they truly are and if you want more… you’re going to have to work for that as well.” She picked up a piece of paper that was lying on the table and looks at it. “Well there’s always people who don’t have their hearts locked down, and there are the ones who can’t do anything with theirs.” She takes one final draw from her cigarette blowing the smoke towards the paper.
“You should really stop smoking here, I put that sign up for a reason." The man scoffed causing the woman to laugh.
“I guess I should, since you’re letting me use this place to bring them together after all.” She puts out her cigarette and stands up from her seat. She puts the paper up against the window, facing the content to the outside and tapes it.
The paper was a flyer for a group counsel class taught by Ms. Diane. Normal people wouldn’t have any interest in it, the advertisement was specifically designed to be noticed by people with a unique problem: The inability to love romantically no matter how hard they want to or try to. Complete strangers with incomplete hearts, is what she likes to describe it as. She leaves the shop feel content with her work. “Tomorrow will be the start of it all…” She smiles warmly as she cranes her neck to the sky watching the sunset disappear.
Philophobia
[Janurary 3, 2017]
[Janurary 3, 2017]
In this seemingly fast world everyone around you is getting married or having babies. Yet at this moment you’re what they call a “single pringle.” Your friends tell you that you just haven’t met the “right” person. But deep down in your heart you feel as if you can’t love anyone romantically. New Years has just passed and you feel as if this year will be the same as before. More friends getting married, having babies, and more people asking if it’ll be your turn next. But New York is full of “mysterious wonder” is what they say to get people to more there. You never felt any mystery or wonder from this place, it’s always the smell of exhaust fuel and the fear of being harassed by a hot dog vendor that seems to define the city. It isn’t until one day you stumble upon a poster/internet ad that read:
Ms. Diane: The Famous Love Guru
“Do you feel like you can’t love anyone romantically? Like a hole in your heart? Are you not able to ever imagine a future where you settle down with someone and have kids? Then this group counsel class is for you!”
“Meetings take place in Love-More Café Tuesday and Thursday 7:00 pm!”
“Sign up for free!“
Although you shouldn’t be taking relationship advice from a mysterious single woman, you give it a shot. What else do you have to lose?
Ms. Diane: The Famous Love Guru
“Do you feel like you can’t love anyone romantically? Like a hole in your heart? Are you not able to ever imagine a future where you settle down with someone and have kids? Then this group counsel class is for you!”
“Meetings take place in Love-More Café Tuesday and Thursday 7:00 pm!”
“Sign up for free!“
Although you shouldn’t be taking relationship advice from a mysterious single woman, you give it a shot. What else do you have to lose?
