The Man of My Dreams

'Here I am...watching the man of my dreams walk away. Forever. I don't think I'm ever going to see him again.' That's what I'm thinking...until, he turns around, looks at me and begins to walk directly towards me. He stops right in front of me, starts to say something, stops, confirms something in his head, and all the while I'm staring at him hopefully. "Will you stop following me?" he asks. I smile, in my mind, I'm thinking, 'He finally spoke to me!'

"I'm sorry," I say,"I thought you were someone else." then I smile so hard my cheeks feel like they pulled something. He walks away again. This time, I stay put. I feel so disappointed I let out a loud snort and begin to cry in the most lady-like way.

I go to a local coffee shop and sit in the corner where no one will notice me. I begin to take my hair down to untangle it. I messed it up when the man I was following started to run. It was difficult keeping up, especially in heels. He wasn't the man for me anyhow. The REAL man of my dreams would notice me before I noticed him.

A waiter comes up to me and tells me I can't take my hair down sitting at a table, then directs me to the bathroom. He was nice about it too. He just might be the man of my dreams.