The day I met you I couldn’t believe it. You were sitting across from me, clad in a well-tailored blue suit, looking like a finer version of Boris Kodjoe, sipping on a glass of water and concentrating on the laptop in front of you. You looked like everything I ever dreamed about, my very own Mr. Right except you hadn’t noticed me yet or maybe you had and were just pretending.
There I was still nursing a broken heart, thinking I would never be lucky in love, little did I know my luck was about to change that day. I was wearing my lucky dress, a flare mini floral dress that emphasized my curvy body and showed my perfect legs. I had no makeup on because I dressed in a hurry and I didn’t feel like it and now I wish I had taken my time to put on some makeup. I couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes cringed as you concentrated on your laptop like you were trying to figure something out. As you looked up and caught me staring, I quickly removed my eyes and started rummaging in my purse as if there were something inside I needed to find. I took out my sunglasses and put it on so you won’t notice I was looking.
I looked up and you were standing right in front of me, much taller than I expected and even more handsome. For the first time in my life I was short of words. I bet if I told my friends, they won’t believe because they always said I was gifted with a sharp tongue and I never lacked what to say even in the most awkward situations. I heard you ask if the seat was taken and I can’t remember whether I answered or not because the next thing I knew you were seated next to me and every word you spoke took my breath away. You said I looked like the girl of your dreams, naturally beautiful and sexy as hell. Once we got to know each other, we realized that even though we were a bit different, we complemented each other. I hate that you loved football but I watched it with you because you loved it. You hated my chick flicks but you watched it with me. I bet you secretly liked it because you even watched the full season of Sex and the City with me and till today, you still call me Carey because you think both of us are so much alike. Though we fight sometimes, we make up and the sex is wonderfully crazy.
You said I am such a girly girl and I told you, you needed to get in touch with your feminine side and quit being strong headed all the time. You claimed you were a better cook and I just indulged you because I liked watching you in your briefs as you bustled around the kitchen trying to cook what you labelled the most delicious meal I will ever taste. We told each other everything, even the most stupid things and sometimes I still can’t believe we are where we are.
You have treated me like a queen and had made me feel like the only special girl in the world. I can’t imagine being with any other person but you; you are all I want and all I keep dreaming about. On Valentine’s day you took me to the same restaurant where we met and after we had dessert you brought out the most beautiful ring I had ever seen and asked me to be the only one that will make you happy, laugh at your silly jokes, tell you look hotter than Boris, and complete you for the rest of your life.
And as I opened my mouth to say yes, my alarm rang. It was 5:00am and I had been dreaming all along.
Where are you my Mr. Right? It’s high time you stop coming in dreams and show yourself.