Maybe We Shouldn't...| SCK AU story

1 • Bugatti of Male Species

Eda

      I'm curled up in an overstuffed armchair, tucked away in the corner of the classics section, at my quaint favourite bookstore. A mellifluous voice, resembling melting honey and bourbon, entices me to glance up from my novel. That panty-melting voice, with a velvety timbre and the right amount of gravel, belongs to a hottie standing at the cash register.

      He has the most delicious smile I've ever seen. As if that's not swoon-worthy enough, this devastatingly handsome man is clasping a copy of "Crime and Punishment" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky and "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy, in his large masculine hand. He's more delectable than a chocolate drizzled cannoli with pistachios, ricotta, and mascarpone. Looking at him causes a swarm of butterflies to take flight in my belly.

      This man looks like he just descended from Mount Olympus. While I'm indulging in my R-rated thoughts of what I'd like to do to him and vice versa, this beautiful creature turns to me and winks, before he saunters over to my corner.

      Most men can't pull off winking without coming across as a perv, but when Adonis winks at me, I remain frozen, like an ice scupture. His mesmerizing crystal blue eyes reminds me of the ocean in the Maldives. All I can manage is to stare at him with eyes, I can imagine, as large as the collection of Wedgwood saucers hanging above the petite cashier.

      Confession - one of many, in the works. I have a very vivid imagination. As much as I'd like my first encounter with this magnificent God of Beauty to be true, it's not. More often than not, I entrench myself in my AU, acronym for 'alternate universe', where beautiful men thrive and grow on trees, and occasionally loiter in a local bookstore where I frequent. This is how I'd like my future IRL boyfriend to sweep me off my feet.

      Online dating apps have revolutionized dating. People don't meet organically anymore, at the grocery store, library, coffee shops or a local bookstore. The days where two people meet during a face-to-face encounter at a café, while enjoying a delicious cup of Joe and a scrumptious Nutella croissant with a side of strawberries and fresh whipped cream, seems to be far and in between.

      Like everything else in the cyberworld, online dating apps have taken the dating world by storm. It seems like 'finding love' has been reduced to swiping left or right.

      Judge me if you want, but I consider myself an 'old-fashioned gal', at the tender age of twenty-nine, when it comes to dating. My friends call me a unicorn, because according to them, everyone meets on 'the app'. This is how I'd love to meet 'my person', my partner in crime, my better half, the love of my life, perhaps even my future husband.

      The only problem with this scenario lies with this particular Bugatti of the male species. The man in question who looks like he just descended from Mount Olympus, is none other than Serkan Hottie Bolat, my boss.

      "When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

      Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No ... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love - which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!"

** Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernières **