The Perfect Man part 2....

I must have changed my outfit 10 times that evening as I prepared to go out on my big date with Mr. Perfect. Finally, I settled on a brown and red fitted dress that made me look like I had just stepped out of a recent copy of Essence Magazine. I took longer than usual with my makeup and was unbelievably nervous to go on a first date, but hey you only live once...right? I took one final glance in the mirror and was out the door;

His shiny black beamer was sitting outside of my apartment building, I did my best not to smile to hard as I approached his car. When I got in he gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and told me I looked great. Old school r&b played softly in the background and the car smelled of his cologne, which was the best thing I had ever smelled-ever.

Soon we were at the front doors of BLT Steak and by this time I had already planned out our entire future, including our 3 kids names, the 4 story house in the Hamptons, and the wedding in the country (whatttt? you would to). After we were seated I was silently thanking God for finally sending me the man of my dreams, it had taken 23 years! I couldn't help but admire his features as he was talking to me about his company, this man was beautiful. His skin had to be absolutely flawless and I swear his teeth glistened everytime he opened his mouth. I managed to tell him about my job and family, although I can't recall what I told him excactly because I was to busy deciding if we should have a house in Conneticut or be trendy and get something in SOHO.

I was quickly brought back to reality when I saw a man approaching our table, this guy was incredibly handsome as well (was this my night or what?). He smiled at me and said hello as he tapped my date on the shoulder. My date looked like he had just saw a ghost when he looked up and saw this fine looking denzel man staring down at him. Confused, I listened intensely to their somewhat strained conversation which went something like this;

My Date: Hi (in a whisper) what um, what uh are you doing here

The guy: I'm here -with a client of mine, what exactly are you doing here?

My Date: I'm here with a friend-having a nice quiet evening.

The guy: Hmmm...I see. We should talk later

My Date: Uh. yea man we should

The guy: mmmmhmmm

I was waiting to be introduced, but the guy walked away visibly upset. "Who was that," I asked halfway smiling and halfway upset. After an eternity of silence, he took a sip of champagne and replied..."my EX..."

So I guess it wasn't my night after all, and the dream of our 3 kids, house in the hamptons, and wedding in the country quickly vanished.

***Note to self: in the future do a background check before I go on anymore dates.****