This is a new work in progress, The Manifesting Love Club. Four friends. All single. Some looking for love. Some not. Join these ladies as they take their friendship into a new direction, to manifest love.
Earlier, Heather introduced her idea of affirmations to manifest love. When her path crosses a handsome fellow – wearing a clown nose in public – she couldn’t be less interested. Even if he is the brother of a work associate across the hall. But he’s persistent.
This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘fly.’
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The next morning Heather awoke feeling spunky. As her peppermint tea heated in the microwave, she flipped on her laptop, ready to do some serious planning. As much fun as she was having with Brian, she wanted to introduce him to some of her activities and see how he’d respond. She knew that in a way it was a test. But she didn’t want to get months into a relationship, or find out she was head over heels in love with someone, and discover that he didn’t see any merit in the things that were vitally important to her life.
Heather chuckled to herself as she scrolled through pages of possibilities. There were so many activities that she liked to do, she was never at a loss for how to fill her weekends. She clicked back and forth between several different pages. She nixed several of the ideas right away. She was fairly certain that Brian would agree to those without any reservation. She wanted to find one that was more of a stretch, to see if he’d play along with her, or if he’d shut her down.
She thought Juliette’s ex, someone Heather had never liked. He was much older and very rigid and set in his ways. He only did what he wanted to do. He’d go to the movies with Juliette, but only if they saw the action flicks that he liked. He’d only eat at the places he liked. He wouldn’t go to the beach with Juliette…because he didn’t like beaches. Luckily for the girls, they rarely saw the curmudgeon – because he didn’t like spending time with Juliette’s friends. Only his.
No way was Heather going to sacrifice her favorite activities because a man in her life didn’t like those things.
The next site she looked at had the perfect idea. Heather grinned. She was looking forward to their dinner date later. A nice relaxing meal with someone she enjoyed spending time with was the perfect antidote to the past few stressful weeks. Too many late nights working up an alternative design plan had taken their toll. Coupled with another late evening the night before, even though it was hilarious watching the different comics, had Heather running on fumes.
Looking at her cup of tea that had gone cold while Heather surfed various sites, she thought about heating it back up. Instead, she decided to go lay down on the couch and close her eyes for a bit. She wanted to be wide awake for her date, and not feeling like her eyelids were closing like they did last night.
She awoke several hours later, refreshed and recharged. Glancing at the clock over the mantle, she saw she had plenty of time before Brian picked her up. She ambled down the hall towards her meditation room. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, but was the perfect size for her serene space. Opening the door, a rush of Nag Champa overtook her senses, getting her in the right frame of mind before she even began. A flick of a switch on the stereo filled the room with peaceful ocean waves, complementing the full size craggy ocean mural on one wall, offset by the turquoise walls on the other three sides. Lighting a stick of her favorite incense, Heather settled on the floor, to ground herself as she brought peace to her inner world.
An hour later, a calm and serene woman lowered herself into a foaming bubble bath. Her thoughts mentally ran through her closet, trying to choose what to wear for dinner. Most of her clothes were along the same lines, elegant and refined, but with simple lines to showcase the custom, designer jewelry she purchased from artists around town. She wanted something a little more sensual. Yet, sexy vamp wasn’t really her style either.
A little while later, standing nude in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her head, she finally settled on a comfortable flowing skirt, topped with a satin scoop necked cami. She didn’t usually wear this top, as it dipped lower and showed off more cleavage than she was comfortable with. But for tonight, accented with a black lacy bra underneath, it was the perfect attire.
When she opened the door, and Brian’s eyes widened and lit up, Heather was glad she’d chosen this outfit. He seemed tongue tied for a moment, then got his composure and escorted her to the car.
Astonished Heather stopped and looked at the black Corvette parked in her driveway. “What? No clown-mobile tonight?”
“Nope. Left it at home tonight. I dig this one out of the garage and use for special occasions.”
This time it Heather was the uncomposed one. During the drive to the restaurant she regained her composure and by the time they pulled up at valet parking, they were chattering away like they hadn’t seen each other for weeks, instead of just the night before.
Heather was going to wait to bring up her date idea, but Brian beat her to it, asking as soon as they’d ordered. “So m’lady…you’re in charge of the next date. Did you decide what we’re going to do?”
A guilty flush spread up her cheeks. “Ummm…yes. Are you free on Saturday mornings?”
“Most the time. Unless I have an early birthday party appearance.”
“There’s a group that meets on Sunday mornings…at the beach…at a private cove…”
“I love the beach. Especially really early in the morning.”
“Me too!” Heather felt a little better, at least on one count. “It’s a class that runs an hour.”
“A class? On the beach? Sounds interesting.” Brian waited a moment as the waiter appeared with the appetizer plate they’d ordered. “What kind of class?”
“Yoga on the beach.”
“Yoga? Do I look like a guy that does yoga?” His voice raised in surprise.
“You could. You’d be surprised by who practices yoga. It’s documented that it benefits our bodies. For flexibility and strength, muscle strength and tone, improved circulatory health, increased energy and…”
“I get all that. I know it’s not an all woohoo, new-agey thing anymore. I guess I just never thought about it as something that I’ve ever try myself.”
He sounded like he was arguing against it, but as Heather examined his face for clues, he didn’t appear to be dead set against the idea. She thought the notion might fly after all and decided to press on. “Besides, when you met me, did I look like a person that ran around with clowns?”