The Ruin of Snow

What could be the worst thing that might happen on a beautiful Friday? When it was snowing beautifully on an awesome night of winter, in NYC? Let me help you out. To be forced to work late hours in a big, deserted, dark office room when Ihad beenplanning to go out and have fun. Gosh, it was snowing slowly and beautifully outside the gorgeous New York City and itwas an awesome sight, but Iwas indoors, unable to enjoy it. I usually took the pleasure of things when I wasnot with them, but...Not that I hated working, but it was somekind of a torture, being indoors, if youwere like me, a total outdoor and party person, and when it was Friday!

Earlier the day, I was counting the minutes to get out of my working place and go to the mall to do some shopping. Hopefully, there were only 60 minutes I had to count and then I'd be free till the other morning. I had even began packing my things so I would easily leave. God, howawesome it was,the thought of knowing that I would be out in less than an hour.

My hopes wereall sank when my boss, George Hamilton, gave me that hill of papers, needed to be read and re-written, and he wanted them to be ready tomorrow. I just didn't know what to do. All I could do was cursing, naturally from the inside. God, the man was uneasy! Then my colleagues in my working place, those Ihad beenlooking with pitiful eyes because they were not going out till another two hours started looking back at me with my pitiful looks when Mr. Hamilton announcedthat they could leave when they were finished. And one after another they just left. And I just sank in my place, trying my best to look like a sad puppy, butit didn't help.

I knew had to do something, so I gathered all my strength and self-confidence and went directly to Big Boss' room to react. Well, at least I would ask him to let me do the work at home. A minute later I was back at my table with an unhappy and pissed off face. But being pissed off just as usual didn't help.

Hopeless, I turned on my personal computer I had recently turned off because I was leaving early and started typing. I needed someone to remind me not to pity others when itwas about work. For goodness sake, and hopefully I wasa fast typist. But though knowing I'm fast, I was sure I wouldn't be finished till midnight. (Don't think I'm a secretary, I just can type quickly. Actually I'm the head of our advertisement company's Commercial Ideas Department. It is hard to believe that I made it to the top in only 3 years, but I just did. It's wonderful. But it is not that wonderful when all the people below me are gone, and all the work needed to be done becomes my responsibility including reading and typing.)

Anyway after finishing a few pages, I finally got used to getting used to work, but being in winter, the thing I hate most happened, it got pitch black when it was just six o'clock. Well, it was already growing dark when I was given my assignment. God, I really missed summer. You could do thousands of things all through the day and yet itwas always sunny. Even when you hadwoken up at 3 p.m., like I usually did after parties, youstill hadtime to do stuff in lightness.

I didn't know why and whohad donethats stupid policy, but employees were not allowed to turn on the big lights in our company, even me, so under the tiny light of my desk's lamp, I continued working. Hopefully I wasn't alone there, and it gave me a pretty sense of security. My co-worker Jonathan Mason was also there, doing some stuff I had no idea about under his table lamp. Jonathan a.k.a. Woman Hunter or Flirting-24/7 had been working here even before I got here, so he was here like 5 years at least. (He is the head of our Commercial Designing Department. He is a total genius actually.) What made him a Woman Hunter was that he flirts with every woman in the office, excluding me. He liked to flirt with every woman with a pulse! However, he was kind of shy towards me, and I didn't know why!

After a few hours, when my eyes were feeling weak and my head was banging like a drum, I realized I was done with the assignment! Hurray!! I didn't usually watch the time but when I did, I realized it was already 12 a.m. I then packed my stuff I packed before 6 hours ago, wore my heavy Versace coat, put my Burberry's scarf on and turned off my table lamp. What a nice feeling it was to go back to home! I walked to the elevator and pushed to the basement's button. The doors were closing when suddenly Jonathan entered the elevator through the closing doors, and made me jump a little.

I gave a weak smile to him, since I was exhausted and was starving for some sleep. He smiled me back with his gorgeous smile. Actually he was an attractive guy. He had this wonderful smile, awesome brown eyes with green sparkles in it, usually spiky brown hair and a gorgeous body. They were the things you wouldnotice when you came 10 feet next to him. Unfortunately, he was someone to sleep with, not to go out and get married to. I came to this quick conclusion because he seemed like one. I knew I might be misjudging him, because all those years we hadn't had a single conversation, only a few "Hi!"s. And whether he was vice versa or not, well it looked impossible, I would never know. And I couldn't get married to him, either, (I again say "get married to", girl, you haven't even talked to him properly and you keep saying get married to!) for I was already engaged to someone else, Peter. He was a really nice person and he liked me a lot. I still didn't know how I felt about him for sure.

Peter was a detective in NYPD and loved me a lot. We had been dating for like ten months and he hadproposed me in our fourth month. I still could remember the day he proposed me. It was a beautiful June afternoon and he proposed me in the park we went to in our first date. Well, how we met is a little complicated and was a long story. The thing that made me get engaged to him was that I always felt secure whenever I'm with him. Maybe his being a detective made me felt secure, I didn't know. But I did know thathe always cared about me. Actually I was with him like 24/7 since we lived in the same house.

It'd been 6 months we got engaged. And believe me it was the last time we had been like newly "engageds", for we hadn't talked about it or else, about the wedding. That June day was the last day I heard "marriage" word coming out of him. Maybe it was just he didn't want to get married in winter. On the other hand, it didn't matter much to me, as long as the groom would hold me and cherish me from that day forward.

Usually women, especially the ones like me, expected their husbands to be perfect in anything,like in cooking or in bed. It was different with Peter. Peter, contrary to all the men I knew, was awful in bed. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get him focused. He tried hard to be hard in bed. God, he wasn't even good, why he even tried to be hard? And I knew Iwas doingthe worst thing by lying to him. I always told him how great it was once we were over.

Maybe Iwas doingit because he was such a caring person. (But imagine someone telling you "you suck in bed!". Won't it be too harsh? If somebody did that to me, I'd be devastated!!) And I didn't want to lose him, because I knew he'd be an excellent father to our kids and would be an excellent husband. His being affectionate towards me covered up his performance in bed and I sometimes thought it was much more important. I didn't used to think about stuff like these before. All that mattered to me before was sex and finding "the one". Now knowing he wouldn't be showing up, I had given up all my hopes about the perfect guy and my new policy now was to keep what I had and was being satisfied with it.

I hoped my new policy wouldn't mess me up. I really couldn't stand that. The closest to the flawless was nearly the same as the flawless one, right?