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.
He’s not my type.
2 thoughts on “Modern Love (un)Story”
The end seems to so contradict the beginning.
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!