Angelo

Angelo walked down the street not realizing his power. He loved being romantic and passionate but not like people thought he was. As he passed by the women on the street he over heard one woman say, "He makes me shake all over and all he has to do is look at me". Angelo was flattered but he really didn't know why women looked at him as if he was something on a plate they wanted to gorge on; feeling he was just an average guy. He returned their under towed comments and admiring stares with a nod and a one-sided grin. 1

He didn't know that his grin was wicked, making women want to find out what else existed behind it. He continued across the street. As he walked on his way, women were stacking up like domino's sighing and staring. He could have sworn one of them reached out and pinched him but he didn't want to cause a scene by investigating it. Angelo always felt like women had the wrong impression of him, getting out just when he thought a relationship was beginning. 2

When he finally reached the shop the boys started to cat call and tease him yelling, "How long of a trail did you leave this time Angelo. The ladies always fall at your feet". Angelo just smiled and waved his hand saying, "I just want one guys. I only need one". One of his co-workers approached him. "Hey ya Angelo. This message just came in for you right before you walked in. I think it's another one of your admirers". 3

Angelo examined the note. It was signed Kenny. Angelo thought this isn't one of the usual messages. There aren't any gentlemen he knew by the name of Kenny, which peaked his curiosity much more. It was also marked urgent with a phone number below the name. Kenny, he thought hard, trying to recall if it was a name he had heard before. 4

Later on in his apartment, he began remembering the note. He raced around his apartment looking for his work pants where the note was. He found them hanging 5

on the bathroom door. He pulled the folded note from his pocket, reached for the phone in his hallway and begin dialing the number. He thought it could be someone calling him about another job, possibly. 6

When the phone stopped ringing a women's voice answered. Angelo said, "Hello, I received a phone call from your husband today. May I speak with Kenny". The woman began to laugh quietly before she said, "That is not my husbands name. I am Kenny". Angelo began grasping at his next words, choosing carefully he said, "How might I assist you". She said, "Could we meet somewhere". Stunned, Angelo stammered out "Sh, Sh Sure, where would you like to meet?" She said, "How about the Bakery and Coffee on 1st Main". He said that would be perfect. I work across the street from it. She said, I work in the area as well. How about twelvish ". He said, " I'll see you then." 7

Angelo decided to take the whole day off. He wanted to be fresh and to smell good when he went to meet Kenny. He started to wonder how come he was so excited. He didn't know what she looked like. Her voice was medium pitched and sexy but she might be too thin. The day was passing quickly. At ten o'clock he jumped in the shower. Afterwards he placed scented oil on his muscles and then used one of his most potent colognes. He ran a bit of gel through his dark but short and curly mane so that it would look natural. He then put on a crisp white shirt and pressed to a crease jeans. It was eleven thirty and he darted out of his apartment not far from 1st main and sped out of the complex. 8

When he arrived at the bakery he looked through the window of the bakery to make sure she would find him presentable. There were a few whistles in the back ground that he barely heard. The bell of the bakery door rang as he entered and there was no one around. Suddenly, this woman emerged from the door behind the baked goods counter. She was carrying a tray with steam coming from coffee mugs and pastries. She had on a very feminine looking pink t-shirt and jeans with an clean apron wrapped around her. She sat the tray down on the table in front of him with printed napkins and silverware but then he began looking up into her face. 9

He noticed first her beautiful wide eyes, dark skin and full lips. She had curly short hair that framed her heart shaped face. His eye continued to travel downward taking in a curvaceous frame but not thin. She said, "Hi, I'm Kenny and I'll also be your hostess today". Her smile was inviting and sincere.. Angelo thought to himself thank goodness she wasn't skinny and frail. She sat down and Angelo began to dream that maybe he was looking into the eyes of his first real relationship. 10

Maybe this one will stay. 11

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A Short Story of A Romantic Man

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  • awannabepoet
    September 25
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    An excellent read as my name is Angelo and well damn you put me in the story somehow, different time, different place though.

    Thank you for sharing this little wonder.

  • FallingSideways
    March 14, 2006
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    an enjoyable read