Well, I ain’t the fling kind of a girl, but as I head to my Mr-Drop-Dead-Gorgeous stranger I can’t help feeling cheekier – being single is awful.
He’s tall, dark and handsome – just like in the novels(and movies). I pray to God he ain’t a façade.
I feel like his fingertips gonna electrocute me as he stretches his hand to shake mine when I rudely distract him with a “Long time no see, Tony. Where the hell have you been?”
I know it’s a dumb line, but when it comes to apologies I scoop the gold.
He too turns out to have lost count of days since he last saw me(liar), but I smile to myself.
When five minutes later we walk into a restaurant to ‘catch up’ I know I have made my kill. So, this year I won’t sent flowers to myself(crazy, right?) and fake the enthusiasm. Nevertheless, I won’t be expected to boldly declare my feelings through gifts, statement and bouquets like others(lovers and stalkers) or catwalk in the bedroom in provocative sheer negligee or lingerie.
The week has ended and I can’t help thinking about the day – Tuesday 14th February, 2012. It was fantastic – a candlelit dinner(at a cosy restaurant of my choice), great wine and jokes. I silently enjoyed(and giggled) watching him trying hard to fight the lust tug in his loins that I had mistaken for heartstrings – MR. ROMANTIC won’t be rewarded. After all I had paid.
Maybe this coming weekend… the evil witch is gone, plus I can’t wait to have my joints oiled – after more than a decade.
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