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So today’s the day that I meet the man of my dreams.
(Or so my cousin tells me)
My cousin, Eldon, hasn’t shut his mouth about this guy he met at a bookstore who owns the place. From the way Eldon was talking I knew that he had his eyes on the guy but apparently had failed in his attempts to win him over (which gave me hope). I mean, I’m cute and all but Eldon’s… he’s in a higher league. The only thing we’re the same in is our height at 6’0". Eldon has back long hair that turns colors in different light and I have boring brown hair that’s short and goofy looking. Eldon has dark mysterious eyes and my green eyes are barely seen from my bangs and oval glasses. So when I heard that the ‘man of my dreams’ turned Eldon down new hope surged through my veins. To tell the truth I’m not suave or as sophisticated, hell I usually end up falling over or embarrassing myself to no end. So that day I spent time to prepare once I was finished work on my laptop. I put on a black suit with a dark red vest and tie, trying to get my hair under control…. I gave up and worked on my appearance and what I was going to say to this guy. If he knew my cousin so well then that’s a good opening so I went with that. I brushed my teeth twice and almost left the room without putting and socks on. Once in the cab I felt more calm and collected, leaning back in the seat and just enjoying the ride, not bothering to think about the ordeal of asking a cute guy out on a date.
And then I arrived.
At first I didn’t see him, the inner geek was drawn to the many books on the shelves, thick volumes of weaponry and mythology. I immediately feel in love with the store, how you can smell the books and a faint scent of incense. I felt almost relaxed, immediately perking up when I heard a Tea Party song coming from some unknown location within the shop. At the shuffling sound behind me I turned suddenly, almost knocking a shelf over but managed to avoid that crisis. He was behind the counter, smiling at me, asking if I needed anything. What I needed was for him to crawl on the counter so I could do naughty things to him but thank god I don’t blurt things like that. I took time to look him over, his dark brown hair and eyes, the way he moved with a certain elegance and grace. His skin’s darker but not too dark, a beautiful shade to match his features. He wore almost Middle Eastern clothing with beadwork and beautiful fabric with stunning colors. He was the most exotic thing I’ve ever laid eyes on and all the things that I could do to him flashed through my mind.
Now, I’ll save myself the embarrassment of reciting the conversation and turn down but for me it wasn’t pretty. God! How fucking stupid am I? This beautiful male that’s everything I’ve ever wanted, smart, funny, compassionate and realistic turn me down without a second look. I know it was too good to be true… I hate the way I am! All I want is for people to stop laughing at me but all I keep doing is fucking up, giving them reason to just keep laughing. I’m never going into that bookstore again! I’m sticking to the wonderful public stores where I go unnoticed. That night, after my heartbreak from the man of my dreams I crawled into bed with a rather sour attitude, not bothering to call my cousin and to tell him how I made it into a disaster.