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Episode 3 · 1 year ago

Little Miss Indiana

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Funnel cakes, state fairs, and Sadie Hawkins Dances! Ingrid reminisces on her past with Noah--and faces the very likely possibility of seeing him again.

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...the emotional toll of consoling Ouber,wealthy people over the well being of their money. It's not like insuranceand finances, we're always a passion of mine, but from an early age, I've beena careful decision maker when one of my aunts made an offhand comment aboutactuarial science. When I was just starting to think about college, itonly took about ten minutes of googling to figure out what I wanted to do withthe rest of my life. After four years of busting, my ass incollege not only acing my classes, but also making sure I got the summerinternships I needed to have relevant work experience and another fourworking my way up in this company. It's finally starting to look like all myhard work and planning is paying off I'm. Finally, on the Path I've alwaysdreamed of being on. Only a few strategic moves away from the senioranalyst position, that'll open, all the right doors. For me, I just need tokeep my head down stay focused and not let anyone or anything stand in my way,...

...just as I'm about to launch back intothe abyss of email. Answering Cleo is texting me so much for staying, focused, Habebee me and Bo are getting a grouptogether for happy hour tonight want to come. My brows involuntarily knittogether, as I type my reply who the fuck is Bou, I'm bembarded by aseries of emogees, ranging from the Ivrolamogi to the crying laughing one.Okay, fair, the guy from the rooftop we've been hooking up right, the guyfrom the rooftop the same rooftop, where I ran into some Rando from thehigh school that considered adding Chimy Chongos to the hot lunch menu.Diversifying great is this a meet the friend's situation. It seems pretty soon for them to bemoving in that direction, but it's summer in New York, where everythingmoves too fast. So Hey, who am I to...

...judge no he's going out with somecoworkers and invited me to tack along I'm, enlisting you as back up plinkyface. I tap my thumbs on the sides of my phone and weigh my options. I couldalways use a half price drink at the end of a long day, and if Clio and Beoare meeting up for a happy hour, something tells me he'll be around allsummer might as well get to know the guy. Now all right, I'm in shoot me an address and I'm there you're the best, also that guy fromyour high school might be there. I becave Er sure. U, just don't want youto be blindsigh with the Gun, my stomach sinks, a fucking, Coarse Noa,might be there. I leaned back in my chair and squeezed my eyes shut for amoment running through the worst case scenarios in my Huad. He could be anassel. He could say something embarrassing about me in high school. He could trigger all the adolescent,tramave paid my therapist thousands of...

...dollars to overcome okay, not ideal, but not the end of theworld. Besides, I can't avoid him forever and, if worse comes to worst,my therapist is just one expensive phone callaway. In that case you by the first roundwith that matter settled I talkd my phone back into my purse and put myhead down to start sifting through the endless slog of email is part of me freaking out about seeingNoah in a mere two hours. Sure am I going to take the time to fully processthat right now, of course not. I have way more important things to deal with.One client has some questions about an audit being conducted while anotherwants to make sure he won't be audited. One colleague wants to remind everyoneabout a training session happening next week, while another wants to find a wayto cut back on meetings. The grind feels endless sometimes, andI'm tired as hell, but I'd be lying. If...

I said I didn't love it, I'm not bad asself sufficient. Twenty something living in the greatest city in theworld, there's not a whole lot more. I could ask for at this point, except that damn promotion and a way out of this happy hour. Fuckfocusing, is going to be a lot harder than I thought. It's fine, it's fine, it doesn't haveto be a big deal. Noa Bloom will not be the one thing in New York that derailsme, even if one look into his eyes makes mypalms sweat, even if I've got a stockpile ofmemories from high school to fuel, a small yet mighty fire of a teenagecrush. Like the time we huddled t into thesame small janitor closet freshman year when we got caught in the hallwayduring a tornado drill or the time we rode the fairest wheeltogether at the state fair and he bought me a funnel cake afterpractically the rural high school...

...equivalent of dinner at the RainbowRoom and a new Mercedes and then there's the crown jewel ofnoblom memories. Turnabout senior year anywhere outside my tiny ruraltown inIndiana, turnabout is known as the Sadi Hawkinsdance, the one where heavenforbid girls ask boys to be their dates instead of the other way around sexist heteronormative bullshit, asideturnabout, with every girl's one and only high school sanction chance totake destiny into her own hands. To stop waiting around for some sweatyball of hormones. With a centipede of a moustache to mumble a dance invitationat her for once in our repressed, small town lives, we got to express our owndesires to march proudly up to the boys. We liked and say: Hey. I like you,let's go to turn about together, oky!...

Maybe I'm editorializing a little. Butlet's just say that when turnabout came around senior year after four years ofawkwardly flirting with the same thirty classmates, I knew who I wanted to taketo the dance, the same boy who bought me a funnol cake a couple of yearsbefore he was cute, he was sweet and most ofall, we hadn't gone to a dance together yet which, with a class as small asours, was impressive. I might not have been quite as direct or confident asI'd like to pretend I was in asking him, but hey chucking up a dazzled footballat his head with he word turnabout and a question mark spelled out in purple,rindstones tod the trick. I wore a pale blue kneelength toolmonstrosity and his mom got him a tie and a pocket square to match. I wentham on the Victoria secret body spray and he did the same with a bottle of ax.We danced the night away and a Gim so humid it was on the verge of greeding,its own weather system.

You know normal high school dance kindof stuff. Nothing really came of it, though surehe kissed me good night on my doorstop and sure it was a kiss. When I went to open the door, he tookmy hand pulling me back toward him. He placed a hand on my cheek pressed hislips to mine and it was just like they say in the movies. Fireworks sparksbutterflies, the works, but I got into Columbia a week afterthe dance, and once I knew I was getting the hell out of that town. Iwanted to get rid of every last shred of evidence. I'd ever lived there andthat definitely didn't include showing up to New York with some hic boyfriendwaiting for me back home. My parents were devastated, of course,mom loved Noah and both she and dad claim to be absolutely blindsided by mydecision to leave. I guess they never...

...really believed me when I told themabout my dream to go to New York, or maybe they just didn't think I'dactually get in either way. My mom sobbed the day Ileft for JF K and while I've still never seen my dad cry, I definitely sawhis lip tremble when he hugged me goodbye speak of the devil without checking thescreen. I know it's my mom. I check the time and confirm what I already knew:Four Thirty PM Eastern Standard Time on the DOT. If mom had it her way, she'dcall me every day, but over the years we've negotiated it down to once a weekat a previously agreed upon time. I've even started scheduling her into mycalendar. One must call on a busy Tuesday afternoon and I still haven'theard the end of it: Hi Mom how's it going Ohhi, theyrsweetheart, so much better. Now that I'm talking to you, how are you I'm good? You know just plugging alongat work. Have you heard anything about...

...that promotion? Yet sometimes I wish Ididn't tell my mom so much nop, not yet mom. When I do you'll bethe first person. I tell all right, sweety well dad and I are pulling foryou. How is Dad o? You know your father when he's not fixing someone's airconditioner e Uteing aound in these days, here's somethingwrong with the subject,but he knows W, I'm not so sure MHM. I wedch my phone between my shoulder andmy ear and continue responding to emails. Only half listening to her atthis point and we're working on trying to get his blood pressure down, tryingto come back on the beer and incorporate more bananas into his Dietthan is well. I read somewhere that Patasium as supposed to help so Ithoughtnto his OTML in the morning. He hardly noticed now. I bet we go on like this for a while measking a question and her rambling on...

...for an impressive amount of time. Don'tget me wrong. I love my mother, but if I had anything remotely important toreport I'd, let her know these weekly calls just feal forst. What about yousweetheart anything now I pause my mind immediately going to NOA on the rooftop.But what would I even tell her hey mom that boy you wanted me to marry as inNew York? Now, and wouldn't you know, you showed up at my place of work and Imade a complete ass of myself, even if I chose my words carefully, what Ye'dhear would be mom, I'm leaving New York and settling down with a man back inIndiana, no need to give her an anneurism at that impossibility.Besides, I'm supposed to not be thinking about him right now worksabout the same everything's good with the apartment. Oh yeah be proud of me.I unclogged my own sink the other day. That's the girl! I raised HOS Cleo anyrol yet no, but I think she has a...

...couple of auditions lined up ont crave what she's doing going afterher dream like that she's, not the only one going after her dream, mom Yep,she's, an inspiration to us all shells at her dog right into the phonemaking me wince and pull the phone away. Soryswee looks like the plumbers rrightmom. Well, I love you thanks for calling I lovetoo sweetheart same timenext week Uhuh same time. I take another deep breath pushing anylingering thoughts about my hometown or Nola or turn about aside. I've got onemore email descend and then I've got to book it to Happy Hour. CLEO might notbe the most punctual person herself, but I can't leave her hanging too long.Without back up with the last of my work done, I wrapup for the day sliding my feet back...

...into my sensible for the city, heeledmules. I sling my purse over my shoulder heading to the bar lucky. Forme this is midtown, so the place cliopicked is just a few blocks awayeasy walking distance fror. My building the summer heat hits me the second Istep outside instantly making my tiny flyaway stick to my forehead and neckyou'd. Think of someone who grew up in the midwest I'd be used to the humidityby now, but something about the Cloustrophobia of the city makes theheavy air feel even more oppressive. I walk quickly around the corner, tryingto keep my thigh hugging pencil skirt from riding up as I go. If I'd knownI'd be hitting up a happy hour after work. I would have worn something: alittle less stuffy, less corporate looking and if I know Noa was going tobe there. I absolutely would not have worn this high neck louse the door tothe bar opens just as I'm walking up a small group of Aleady Hammered WallStreet duches stumbling out, one of...

...them eyes me attempting a wink thatlooks more like a small stroke. I roll my eyes in response, pushing past themand quickly scanning the room trying to find any sign of Clio. But, as my gazelands on a booth against the wall to my left, it isn't Cleao. I see lookingback at me. It's no one and he looks good as Hellten Week. Turnabout iswritten by Amelia J rose produced by consensual, creating steamy feministfirst romance for riot girls, special thanks to baby money in the downHanance for the use of our themesong o boy head sound engineer, John mcmal,mixing by spiral like creative, mastering by Eting Devaura, follow usat Consensual Pod, on instagram and follow at B Noabloom and at the Ingerdealer to watch this love story play...

...out on your instrurentpe. This episodewas performed by Alison Grishawd, Stephanie Lewis and NaudiapelotiaTunein tomorrow. To hear Ingrad ask do you teach history at or old, HighSchool.

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