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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