Giving Credit to Mr. Right Now!

Call me picky, but I like to think that I’m making sure that it’s the ‘right one’. Before my understanding of the ‘right one’, in my mind was a guy who was somewhat 6 feet tall (so long as he was taller than me), sporting dark chocolate brown hair that was perfectly styled, framing a beautiful jaw lined face. He would have had a set of the most deep and memorizing hazel eyes. Both dark and alluring that every-time our eyes would meet it would set my heart racing. Beating so fast that even if he wasn’t close to me I bet he could feel the vibrations coming from the grounds to where I was standing.

I didn’t realise that for all of my life I have been searching for what seemed like the impossible. Especially given that we live in a world where the word ‘divorce’ is on high and which seemed to creep up as a topic in every soap series. I guess you can say that I held on to my imaginary boyfriend for a long; long time and without knowing it I subconsciously kept my heart locked and threw away the key for extra reassurance. Just to feel safe and not go through the excruciating pain of being let down. The fear of rejection was growing deep and my wall of self- defence was getting taller and thicker by the second.

Yes, there are those self-help articles and love gurus that tell you that there is ‘the one’ out there, but then again is there really a way to make sure that the dude in those worn out khaki pants whilst sporting a marvel t-shirt is really Mr Right? Well I’m here to tell you that he could be potentially Mr.Right but let me stress the importance of the word “could”. Yes, chances are that you might meet a wonderful guy who’s so good looking that he would probably need a whole magazine dedicated to himself to showcase his abs, but then turns out to be Mr I-am-a jerk-and-so great!

My idea on the whole matter changed when I first stepped inside the dirty floors of a pizzeria. And when I say dirty, it was literally was! Far from your normal romantic idea of a meeting place, but this was the place where I met him. It wasn’t love at first sight! In fact there wasn’t any. I had no physical attraction to this guy whatsoever and just for confidential reasons let’s call him Cheese! Cheese wasn’t at all that good looking. With dark tan skin and a height about 6-feet-ish, one could say that he was your average sort of guy. Reasonably fit with reasonably good fashion taste, he could have easily blended with the crowd. But despite all this averageness about him; there was something different. Yes, there was. It was his eyes. There was something soulful about them. If they say that your eyes are windows to your soul, then I could have told you that by fleeting chance I saw it. Their soft, relaxed mellowness seemed to draw me in. Dark and intense, it was the only feature that stood out; apart from the thick eye brows that seemed to jump out at you!

I would be totally lying if I said that I knew zilch about this guy. Before meeting him I had already got chatting with one of his friends Yogurt, who told woeful tales of Cheese and his hardship to gain the affections from his unrequited love. Hearing this, one could not help but give sympathy to this guy for all his persistence and hard work all went to waste. It seemed that I had already developed a soft spot for this guy; but nothing more.

Walking through those front doors of the pizzeria, I could sense the deep anxiety that came racing in like the wind behind him. Alert and eager to meet his friends, he sat beside Yogurt as he tried to catch his breath while monitoring familiar faces and not so familiar ones like mine.

After a brief introduction I was already considered as an acquaintance. Not the least intimidated by his presence, I carried on the way I always did. Ate my large slice of pizza like it was my last meal and drank my Fanta like it was the last drop of water on earth. It clearly was not the way to eat in front of a potential Mr.Right!

Whilst listening to Yogurt’s constant word vomit of his life and his journey of self-enlightenment, I nonetheless was happy chewing away but little did I know that while I was busy devouring my meal, I was being watched by a pair of ever so quiet and observing eyes.

After the meal we journeyed to the streets on a mission to find Yogurt’s mother. It was during this stage that I became better acquainted with the girls. It was a great experience but somehow along the way the experience got better when he started to notice that I had an uncanny interest in the stars. He challenged me to guess his zodiac sign and with each name I passed out, I failed miserably until I came to one that was all too familiar—Aries. My charming companion seemed all too amused by my facial expressions insisted that we talked more and this time the choice was Marvel comics. He expressed his interest in the all so daring Spider man while I taunted him with the coolness of Iron Man. It seemed like an odd conversation to be having especially between a guy and a girl but despite this, it was amazing. The small talk became more serious when controversial topics were touched on such as Religion, family and friends to favourite pets but not one moment ceased to amaze me. I was fascinated and kept thinking to myself of how could an ordinary guy like Cheese have so many things to say? And most of all the “right” things to say!

Like a snake charmer seducing his snake, I was mesmerized by the sound of his voice and the words that filled the cool air. Unlike the other guys I have met and dated; Cheese seemed to bring the sun without the lingering clouds of rain left over by broken past relationships. He wasn’t yet another guy shrouded in yesterday with rejection of past heartaches and the ideas of what could have been. No, Cheese was the guy who wanted to know what we could do NOW!

Each moment spent with him seemed limited. It felt that time wasn’t enough and that it was slowly slipping away, minute by minute. It felt so good that I became greedy and wanted him all to myself. This I knew couldn’t happen because I had only just met the guy and I didn’t want to come across as a crazy woman in his eyes! His presence gave me a sense of security and just by walking with him, we seemed like two magnets automatically drawn to each other. Were you high on drugs, you might say but if I could pin point my words to any expression that would probably be the one I’d use except in this case the only drug that involved was— chemistry. We had that spark and without either of us being aware of it, I guess you can say that something else was going on when we first looked each other in the eyes. A feeling was there but being unsure of what it was, I said things that were opposite to what was really felt inside.

It was nothing less but magical.

Like any other girl, I was brought up thinking that the physical exterior mattered the most compared to what’s inside. We are often too caught up with what the media has depicted as a “perfect” love story that we fail to understand that what keeps a relationship going is the spark ignited between two people. It is this spark that keeps each one of us alive and joyful; giving us the ability to become fully who we really are and be comfortable in our own skin. A side to us that we normally don’t expose on a daily basis even around people we know so well.  And just like magic this side surfaces without us even knowing it.

So ladies if you are like me trying to find Mr.Right but he’s nowhere to be seen maybe try giving ‘Mr Right Now’ a little consideration and like a wise person once told me. He may not be Mr Right but over time hopefully that “Now” would drop and he will soon be right for you! :)