The Bone Chilling Cold

by shell

One thing about Pittsburgh, probably the only thing I don’t like about the city is the bone chilling cold. No matter how many layers you have on, you can’t escape it. It was on one of these cold days that I was walking to my apartment and just got done telling my friend about the pug guy and how I needed to get over him very quickly, when someone held the door open for me. I looked up to flash a smile of gratitude when my “thank you” got lodged somewhere between my lungs and my throat. Low and behold it was Pug Guy with a gorgeous smile stretched from ear to ear.

Pug Guy at my building, this was interesting. Why was Pug Guy at my building? I wish I could say Pug Guy was dropping off flowers or swinging by to see how I was but just as the wind blew a bitter gust against my back out stepped a little blonde with a sporty ponytail from behind him. Insert Oh Shit moment here.

So this was why Pug Guy was at my building. Silly Pug Guy, Tricks are for kids. So even procrastinating at the mailbox for 5 minutes couldn’t separate me from the elevator ride from hell. 5 floors have never taken so long before, and the magic red digits were never so appealing, so entertaining. Sadly I wish I could have said I handled the situation with a bit of tact, but in the end it was more along the lines of a Dear in Headlights performance that resulted in me mumbling an apology about having to make a quick exit and stepping off the elevator after he tapped my arm.

This is where I realized I had a huge problem. I, for some reason became vulnerable to Mr. Pug Guy despite all my layers of protection. Intimacy is a very bad thing, whether or not there are feelings there originally there will be a thick cloud of lust after all is said and done. And Lust is just as dangerous as any thing else if not more. It has the tendency to leave a person wallowing in the bone chilling cold.

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