Modern Love (un)Story

I have to tell you about this man that I met.  Seriously he is dreamy.  He’s perfect I swear.  He is tall, dark haired, cute enough to crush a teenage heart.  He is just the right size- large enough to make me feel secure, small enough to wrap my arms around so that I can hold on to him easily.  He’s the anchor to my floating spirit.  He’s a machine man and I am his fairy girl.

He has these soft brown eyes that sparkle with a deep intensity like peering down into the deepest part of the ocean.  Marianna’s Trench, his eyes have a deep magic to them, a charming flash that shows an enigmatic intelligence below.  There is nothing shallow about those eyes.  He has a killer smile, gravy style, a lightness to his personality that makes him seem carefree.  He is imaginative.  He has a streak of whimsical. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, but he is an overachiever.

He has a real job.  A good job.  He has a lot of friends, close family, and a good American life.  The chemistry between us is like Tesla’s flash.  It’s electric.  There is not any space between us and we just met.  I have never believed in love at first sight.  I have never experienced it.  Love comes with time and involvement.  But him.  Oh yes I feel it.  I know what people are talking about when they see someone and in that first instant they know that they are special.

I was not going to talk to him I swear.  I was there at the bar downtown to be alone and have a moment to myself.  I needed a cold brew to relax before heading home.  But that flash.  That glimpse.  That love at first sight.  One casual comment lead to hours of talking and connecting.  I got his name and number, and like every women in 2015 I immediately set to the internet to find out everything I can about Prince Charming.  What I found was completely and utterly shocking.  Not only is he was successful as he seemed to be, we happen to share a similar group of friends.  I am not fucking with you.  Seriously, he is friends with almost the entire group of people that I have very recently met.  Honestly have no idea how this is even possible.  Its a small, crazy, beautiful world that we live in.

I think about him and I look forward to seeing him, to hug him, to see that sparkle jump in his eye, to experience the magic in his smile.  I want to know how his day was, what he is going to have for dinner, if we can talk for hours again over a nightcap at the local bar where I found him.

Am I going to call him today?  Nope.  Tomorrow? Nope.  Ever? Nope.

Why not?

He’s not my type.

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2 thoughts on “Modern Love (un)Story

    1. Thank you S for your comment! The post is supposed to be ironic. It is supposed to challenge the stereotypical recipe for relationships, a social commentary on modern love, a critique of the American construct for the ideal man. Thank you for reading!

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