I couldn't help but giggle to myself as I listened to my friends complain about not being able to find the "perfect man." Really is there any such thing? We sat around the table at P.F. Changs as everyone went around sharing their thoughts on what the perfect man should be. "A fine educated brother, with no kids, no baggage, well traveled, and with a great job..." is what the majority of the ladies at the table had said. As the conversation continued, my mind drifted to a sunny day this past August, when I had met "him," what some might consider the perfect man;
As usual I was running to the 7 train with a million bags in my hand, doing my best to make it on time to an 8:30 a.m. meeting at work. I was flustered, hot, and frustrated with the millions of people in the subway on that Friday morning. My purple dress seemed to be clinging to me, and I couldn't figure out for the life of me why my hair wouldn't stay out of my face. Finally, the 7 train came to a stop and I begin to make my way to work. As I was crossing the street to enter my building, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. Annoyed, I turned around to tell whoever the hell was trying to sell me something that I didn't want it. To my surprise, I looked up to find a tall, handsome, dark skinned brother, staring down at me. I was baffled and thought maybe he was lost and needed directions. Surely, he wasn't trying to approach me at 8:30 in the morning, with my hair in my face, and my dress getting more wrinkled by the second. "I'm sorry to bother you, but you are gorgeous", he said. Confused, I simply said, "Thank you" and kept walking. "Wait a second, "he said,"take my card and give me a call sometime, I'd really like to get to know you. " I took the card, but told him I had a boyfriend and to have a nice day.
For the rest of that day and all weekend, I kicked myself every time I thought about me telling him I had a boyfriend. Why had I told him that???? Dammit! However, I couldn't get him or the possibility of what "we" could be off of my mind, so I took out the card he had given me and dialed his office number. The receptionist answered and put me right through. Our convo went something like this;
Me: Hi, um, sorry to bother you. Its the woman you stopped on Friday on xxx avenue...i had on the purple dress.
Him: Wow, I'm happy you called, but have to say I'm surprised to hear from you.
Me: Well actually I was calling to apologize for being rude and walking away like that. You approached me like a gentleman, and I appreciate that.
Him: Of course, just one question, what happen to the boyfriend?
Me: Yeah, sorry about that...I'm just..well I'm really just getting out of a relationship..so I'm used to that being my first response and um well yeah sorry again.
Him: I understand.....
He went on to tell me a little bit about himself, he had graduated from an Ivy League School, had his own successful business (which is grossing around 1 million dollars a year) and he was well accomplished at 28 years old. dammmmmmmmmmmn...(was my first thought..and it would be yours to). We agreed to meet up a few nights later and go out for drinks and dinner.
The night we went on our first date was like something out of a movie...he absolutely BLEW MY MIND...
Stay tuned for part 2....
As usual I was running to the 7 train with a million bags in my hand, doing my best to make it on time to an 8:30 a.m. meeting at work. I was flustered, hot, and frustrated with the millions of people in the subway on that Friday morning. My purple dress seemed to be clinging to me, and I couldn't figure out for the life of me why my hair wouldn't stay out of my face. Finally, the 7 train came to a stop and I begin to make my way to work. As I was crossing the street to enter my building, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. Annoyed, I turned around to tell whoever the hell was trying to sell me something that I didn't want it. To my surprise, I looked up to find a tall, handsome, dark skinned brother, staring down at me. I was baffled and thought maybe he was lost and needed directions. Surely, he wasn't trying to approach me at 8:30 in the morning, with my hair in my face, and my dress getting more wrinkled by the second. "I'm sorry to bother you, but you are gorgeous", he said. Confused, I simply said, "Thank you" and kept walking. "Wait a second, "he said,"take my card and give me a call sometime, I'd really like to get to know you. " I took the card, but told him I had a boyfriend and to have a nice day.
For the rest of that day and all weekend, I kicked myself every time I thought about me telling him I had a boyfriend. Why had I told him that???? Dammit! However, I couldn't get him or the possibility of what "we" could be off of my mind, so I took out the card he had given me and dialed his office number. The receptionist answered and put me right through. Our convo went something like this;
Me: Hi, um, sorry to bother you. Its the woman you stopped on Friday on xxx avenue...i had on the purple dress.
Him: Wow, I'm happy you called, but have to say I'm surprised to hear from you.
Me: Well actually I was calling to apologize for being rude and walking away like that. You approached me like a gentleman, and I appreciate that.
Him: Of course, just one question, what happen to the boyfriend?
Me: Yeah, sorry about that...I'm just..well I'm really just getting out of a relationship..so I'm used to that being my first response and um well yeah sorry again.
Him: I understand.....
He went on to tell me a little bit about himself, he had graduated from an Ivy League School, had his own successful business (which is grossing around 1 million dollars a year) and he was well accomplished at 28 years old. dammmmmmmmmmmn...(was my first thought..and it would be yours to). We agreed to meet up a few nights later and go out for drinks and dinner.
The night we went on our first date was like something out of a movie...he absolutely BLEW MY MIND...
Stay tuned for part 2....
2 comments:
Who's the hunk?
So well written *smile*
...Part 2 please!!!
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