The Right Guy at the Worst Possible Time
Romantic Soliloquies: “Letters to my younger self”
“Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building. Your mind told you so many times not to do it — but you ‘heart’ had to tell you that you could fly.
The heart is a muscle — incapable of logic or reason.. Let your brain make the decisions.!” ~ Facebook post 2012
Dear younger me -
It’s time to talk about the Right Guy at the Worst Possible Time, Boy #2.
We’ll call him… Charlie…
After everything that happened with High School Hottie — needless to say I was in a low place.
Just when you thought the last bit of dignity was flushed down the drain with my little baby in that apartment — I would get out of work to find my car covered in eggs and chalked spelling out profanities like:
“Bitch”… “Slut"…“Whore”… you name it really.
He’s the one who had me gang raped, beat me to miscarry, and somehow that makes me a whore? Alright, got it, HAHA!
He posted all over Facebook about that I was the one who cheated on him and how easy it was for him to move on because,
“bitches be lining up to get this cock”.
I finally decided to move!
Who ever said you can’t run away from your problems was wrong! You most certainly can. I was not sticking around any longer.
That’s when I met the right guy at the worst possible time.
I was out to dinner with my parents one night when this tall, dark, handsome guy caught my eye. I tried so hard not to stare, but he looked like a Roman God. Mom, caught my cheeks flushing every time he would walk by or come refill our water glasses. She started teasing me that she thought he was good looking too and the next time he came over she said:
“What’s your name?”
“Charlie, Why?” as he leaned over on the fourth empty chair opposite me.
“I just wondered…” she smiled at him and then pointed to me and told him my name.
I was mortified!
Charlie looked over and smiled at me. He had that twinkle in his eyes that made my soul melt.
After dinner, my parents wanted to show me the “Grotto” bar downstairs. We sipped drinks and chatted with the bartender. After a while before we were ready to leave, we saw her talking to Charlie at the other end of the bar. He was writing something on a tiny piece of receipt paper. And when he went to go back upstairs, the bartender brought that piece of paper and slid it over to my hand. My heart started to race.
It was his phone number. I was giddy the entire drive back home that night.
The First Date
I was nervous to go out on a date with Charlie. He was so good looking,
“How could a guy like that want anything to do with me?”
And after everything that happened with the High School Hottie,
“What do I possibly have to give someone in a relationship?”
So many insecurities flooded my mind as I got ready. I put on one of my funky sweaters and jeans, fluffed up my lashes with some mascara, smacked my lips with some Chapstick, and headed out the door.
We met at the town square where I parked my car and he drove us to the cinema to see “the Black Swan”. We had been texting our style of movies and we both fancied psychological thrillers. We sat down and when the room went dark, he brushed my hand with his fingers eventually sliding his hand in mine for the entirety of the film. My heart fluttering the entire time.
Little did I know that watching Natalie Portman spinning out of sanity would end up being the foreshadowing of mine and Charlie’s relationship.
… to be continued.
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