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Barbara: The Story of a UFO Investigator 41
When he asked me to have a cup of coffee with him I
gave him some kind of excuse and fled from the drugstore
back to my tiny apartment. I raced up the worn wooden
stairway to my place, as if something really bad were after
me.
When I turned the key and stepped into my room, my
mind was in a whirl. Acted like a fool, I thought as I
wrenched my ugly sweater from my shoulders and flung it
at the couch. Why..., why didn’t I have coffee with him
He must think I’m an idiot. Well, I consoled myself, I had
at least given him my number.
When he calls... if he calls, better not act like a child again.
Damn. I sat on the couch, pulled my knees up and hugged
them to my chest. He’s good-looking though, I told myself
and I smiled and focused on the air in front of me. And he’s
an artist. It was at times like this that I wished I had a
girlfriend to confide in. No one would ever believe that a
teacher, an artist, a real artist, had asked me out.
Two evenings later I opened my door to find Bob
Bartholic on my landing. He had just lifted his hand to
knock on my door.
“How about a walk” he’d asked.
That was the same casual tone he’d used at the drug
store and the spontaneity of his invitation captured me. I
had always enjoyed unplanned events. I don’t know what
happened. Suddenly I felt the insecure feelings rush
through me just as they had two evenings before.
“I... I can’t... I... I didn’t know you were coming.” I
looked down at myself. I was wearing the same old ugly
sweater I’d had on at the drugstore. “I’m not dressed to go
out.” I tried desperately to think of some excuse, any
excuse, to drive this man from my door. “I can’t go out
tonight.”
“Well,” Completely undaunted, Bob smiled and tried
again. “Well, what’re you doing Were you going
somewhere”