Just An Ordinary Day, Saskia Schiffer [books on motivation .txt] 📗

I really was prone to drop a brick, at any time, at any place. One can say that the only law working for me was Murphy's Law. But things change.
My name is Michelle Taylor and the story I want to tell you is nearly as unbelievable as romantic.

"Just an ordinary day in an ordinary life!!", I tried to calm myself for the fifth time that day. It seemed like everything was going wrong. But that really suited my life perfectly.
I worked as a jewelry designer in my own shop and was working on one of my newest ideas.
It was a warm day, the sun was shining and I wasn't really concentrated on what I was doing. I remembered the vocational training in creative design in Cardiff on Thursday and all I could think of was:
"Great! The world is laughing, the birds are singing and I have to go to a stupid workout in Cardiff!!" I really felt like talking to my best friend Helen Fuller on the phone, but I knew she was still at the hospital, working as a nurse. So I had to cope with this situation on my very own. Soon, there wasn't much hope for the necklace anymore and because nobody wanted to buy anything this day, I decided to close the shop and prepare myself for Cardiff and the workout.
Later, I talked to Helen on the phone and she wished me "a big amount of fun over there!" Sure, she was ironic, she knew how I hated driving for hours, staying at a very small hotel and listening to people who think that they're really creative.
But anyway, I had to do it to get to know the newest trends and techniques.

When I arrived at Cardiff, very tired and exhausted I was still thinking that the usual crap awaited me there. I was planning on driving back home right after the workout and moved into the very small hotel mentioned before. The training would be at the next afternoon, so I still had some time to recover. I didn't unpack my clothes and later, I wandered through Cardiff looking out for something to eat. The City of Cardiff was always able to compensate the troubles I had on my way there and I simply loved the castle.
The next day I got up early and decided to visit that ancient keep once again. I enjoyed the fresh, clean air and a cool breeze stroked my cheeks on my way through the inside of the castle. There was something calmative about those old walls and I felt comfort and ease taking over my body.
The workout was as annoying as usual, but I enjoyed to get praise for my newest creations. Nevertheless, I was happy to leave the building in the evening, the box with the jewelry jammed under my arm. I was lost in thought and wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking, when I bumped into someone and dropped the box. I bent down excusing myself for not paying attention and started to collect the attire that was scattered on the floor.
"Please, let me help you with that!", I heard a gentle voice saying. It was then that I realized that I hadn't even perceived who the person was that I nearly would have knocked down. When I looked up, I caught sight of the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. It was him. Orlando Bloom. The man I knew nearly everything about, since I used to dote on him as a young adult. I simply couldn't believe it. I was speechless and not able to go on collecting the jewelry from the ground.
"Oh, I think this one is broken!", Orlando said pointing at one of my necklaces.
"I'm gonna compensate you for that. I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming!", he said with an angelic smile on his lips.
As I insisted on not getting paid for the damage, Orlando asked me to have dinner with him instead.
"I feel guilty about the broken necklace, just accept this as the due compensation."
I contemplated the offer, thinking "Ah, what the hell - no risk, no fun!!" and finally accepted the invitation.

Chapter 2

We had our dinner in a beautiful little restaurant, Orlando said it was his favourite. What a huge coincidence it was that we bumped into each other, I realized later when he told me that he had decided spontaneously to visit Cardiff earlier this day. He was a complete gentleman all the time and I was surprised how easy it was to find a mutual topic of conversation. We laughed a lot and he made me forget about the long drive that lay ahead of me. But all the time I couldn't forget about the fact that he was single again. It had been a while that Kate had broken up with him and it was all that I could think of, especially when I realized that I found myself dangerously attracted to him. I thought to myself that if he would ask me to make out with him, I wouldn't be able to resist. It was worse after I had three glasses of wine. I felt a spark between us that was growing more intense by the minute. When we had finished dinner I thanked Orlando with all my heart and my ultimate goal was it to escape from that difficult situation immediately. But Orlando thwarted me:
"I had a really nice evening with you and I'm too much of a gentleman to let you go home alone. May I accompany you?", he said with a smirk on his lips.
I thought: "Oh my god!!" and said:
"It would be a great pleasure for me!" When he walked me home to the hotel, I shivered a little because I wasn't dressed to be outside at this time of day, or better, nighttime and Orlando gave me his jacket. Surely, I shivered too because I wasn't able to control myself anymore. He was simply perfect and he was the man of my dreams. It was a shame how madly I wanted to be near him. I longed for his touch, I wanted to feel his warmth, to caress his perfect body, to run my fingers through his beautiful brown hair. And I wanted to be able to look into his deep chocolate brown eyes for the rest of my life.
"This is the hotel, right?", he interrupted my naughty thoughts all of a sudden. If he knew what I was thinking about!!!

Chapter 3

The next morning I awoke with an evil head ache. I realised that I wasn't used at all to any form of alcohol. But the dizzy state I was in couldn't prepare me for the sight I was about to see - a sleeping Orlando by my side! Eventhough I nearly choked, I tried to make as little noise as possible, just not to wake him. It was simply a catastrophe, I didn't remember one thing, I suffered a complete loss of memory. I managed to get out of the hotel without waking him. Fortunately, I had not unpacked my suitcase. Within half an hour, I had reached my car that still was parked a few blocks away from the building where the workout had taken place. I thought, "Just get out of this town and everything will be alright." But unfortunately, one can't solve a problem by just denying that anything happened and I had to learn that lesson in a very bitter way and very soon.

It started on my way back to London. I remembered more and more details of that disastrous night with every mile I left behind me. I was embarrassed to say the least. How could I let myself go like this? It was certainly not my style to risk a one night stand with a complete stranger, I usually was more of the responsible type. Images began reaching my memory and by the time I had arrived in London, I knew that I must have invited him to my hotel room by saying something crafty along the lines of "Why don't you stay for just one last drink? The minibar is stocked...!", or something like it, and later on, even with the high percentage of alcohol running through our veins, we must have been insatiably crazy about each other, because our clothes had lain widespread all over the room the next morning. The imagination of us moving rhythmically, longing for each other, covered in beads of sweat haunted me all the way back to my home. The minute I arrived, I called Helen to tell her what happened...
"Helen, hey, it's me! I have to talk to you!! You won't believe what happened to me in Cardiff, or better, who happened to me...!!" Later, when I had explained everything...
"Orlando Bloom?!? Are you kidding me?"
"No, I swear, it was him!!"
She couldn't believe me at first, but she agreed to meet me at our favorite coffee shop, after I had taken a shower, to hear all the naughty details and to check a last time that I wasn't making everything up.

"Believe me, I feel so bad about what happened, I totally took advantage of his guilt! I shouldn't have done it!"
Helen replied, "No, don't be sorry! I think guilt had nothing to do with it! Just enjoy the moment, you have done something incredible that is really uncommon for you. I'm very proud of you, girl!! And as long as it was safe, it will have no consequences... Man, how I wish to bump into Brad Pitt like you did into Orlando!!"
There it was, the first presentiment that the whole thing wasn't so safe after all. When Helen said safe, she meant contraception, because she is a nurse... She was still going on about Brad Pitt's sexy behind, when I interrupted her.
"It wasn't safe, it wasn't safe at all!!" I nearly panicked. Helen tried to calm me down.
"Keep cool! Say, why do you think that it wasn't safe?"
I explained to her that I hadn't used contraception for months, because there hadn't been a boyfriend in sight. "And I'm afraid that Orlando was too drunk to think of a condom!!"
I saw my life going down the hill... The one minute we were talking about sexy guys, the other about having their babies or suffering venereal diseases!
"Don't be afraid! Just look into your calendar, if you even had your ovulation!!"
I had. Helen prompted me to come with her to the hospital so that she could give me the morning-after pill. She said that it could be a little too late but that I should not leave anything undone. I was grateful for her efforts, but I had some doubts. To have his child and to be able to be with him for the rest of my days was something I had wished for so many years, when I was younger. Now, it could come true and I took a pill to prevent it. But Helen resolved all my doubts by saying that Orlando's and my "circumstances" were far too different and therefore not compatible, meaning, it was absolutely impossible for us to be together. And she was right. I swallowed the pill with a big glass of water.

Chapter 4

When there were no symptoms for any venereal diseases,