He had taken to sitting in hotel lobbies lately. It was a way of getting away from his mundane life, with the hopes of meeting some special girl. It started by accident, when he had to deliver a pizza there one night for some girls who were having a party in their hotel room. Once there, he'd looked around the lobby and seen how rich it all was, how special it all felt. All the people there were busy with their oh so exciting lives. He could live like this too! Or at least pretend to live like them.
The next time he had an evening off work, -it happened to be the next Friday night- he took the subway and went down there again, walking into the lobby. He was nervous at first, knowing that he must look out of place. He didn't have an expensive suit on, nor a fancy gold watch or shiny italian leather shoes. He tried to hide his running shoes under the edge of the luxurious chair.
He only had the courage to stay a few minutes that first time. He was terrified. What if someone came up and asked him what he was doing here? What would he say? His anxiety was running high and so he left.
But the week after he was once again at home, alone, not working, nothing else in his life to do. He felt the urge again, and this time he tried to dress up a bit so that he'd fit in. He sat in the plush lobby chairs again, this time pretending to send messages on the cell phone he had been given to use for deliveries at work. He punched the keys as if he were writing something extremely important, focused on his work, determined. He didn't notice the stares as he kept his head down, but he felt them. He still felt uncomfortable. His clothes weren't right, he couldn't just blend in.
The next week he took some time to go to the local Goodwill and Salvation Army stores to search out the right kinds of clothes. All he wanted was to feel like he fit in in that place. Oh just to sit there and be accepted as someone who deserved to be in that great hall.
He found a rich looking vest, and some pointy leather shoes that were only slightly too big for him. Yes! A white shirt and a grey suit were the final items, and then he felt ready.
The following Saturday he was free, and he dressed as if it were his wedding night. He combed his hair and shaved and even put on some of that old cologne someone had given him for christmas one year.
The trip down in the subway was emotionally heady, as he neared the location. He walked toward the main doors and entered through the gold revolving doors and was inside. He felt different this time. Good. He felt taller, richer, more comfortable.
He walked up the stairs and into the grand lobby area, and went to the seating area to the right. In the past he'd sat in the central area, to blend in, but tonight he felt ready to complete his act. He sat in the area where he knew the flight crews gathered when they first arrived from the airport. Yes, only a few minutes to go before they arrived.
He calmly opened a newspaper and pretended to be reading it, for all the world as if he were a wealthy businessman waiting for a colleague.
They arrived suddenly, en masse, all 12 of them. Their uniforms were perfect, their eyes sparkling, their legs sensuous and slender. He was awe-struck with the beauty of the 12 girls, all identically dressed, all equally as beautiful. How could he be sitting here, surrounded by such magnificence?
He held his breath and let his eyes wander above the paper, to the row of flight attendants, down their legs, across their bodies, up to their lovely faces. One of the girls was staring straight at him, smiling, looking as if she were about to speak to him. He felt that terrified feeling again. How was he going to explain his presence here? How could he escape this?
She leaned over towards him, and he smiled, nervous but also too excited to move.
"Hello. My name's Myra. I'm just in town for the weekend. Would you happen to know your way around the city?"
"Oh, yes. Um. I"m from here."
"Oh, perhaps you'd be interested in giving me a tour of the town tomorrow?" She smiled at him in a flirtatious manner, and he was undone. His heart and fears and emotions melted all over the rug. He smiled back, and offered her his phone number, rather abruptly, even nervously, but she didn't seem to notice. His heart leapt with joy at this sudden turn of events! He smiled to himself as they walked across the lobby to find a cafe together.