Perfect for us

Acquaintance

It has been over five years since I first noticed the man who became the love of my life. On a winter season, I was working at a Dunkin' Donut restaurant, and I remember noticing a tall and slender man constantly keeping his eyes on me. At first, I tried to ignore it, thinking it was just another customer admiring my work ethic. But the next day, he came back to the restaurant and the day after that. It was as if he was intentionally trying to catch my attention. I was flattered but not interested in speaking to men at my workplace. So I tried my best to avoid him. On the fourth day, I was asked to go and clean up the parking lot. I walked around, picking up trash and doing my usual cleaning routine.

I noticed a black honda car parked in one of the spaces. To my surprise, the car windows rolled down, and the man from the restaurant called out to me. "Pardon! I've noticed you and was wondering what's your name is and hoping I could get your number," he said with a warm smile. I was taken back by his directness and quickly insisted that he give me his number instead. I also replied that my name is Maria. What is your name? He replies, "My name is Messiah." I told him I would consider calling him but didn't make any promises. After that incident, I couldn't stop thinking about him. It took me days to finally call him, unsure of whether or not I should take the chance.

When he answered the phone, I asked him why he wanted me to call him. He simply replied that he just wanted to get to know me as an acquaintance. We started talking and getting to know each other, giving each other advice and sharing stories about our lives. As Valentine's Day approached, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had been speaking to this guy, Messiah, over the phone for a while now, and I couldn't wait for him to finally come by the restaurant where I worked. Just the thought of speaking to him again made me feel joyful and happy, even if it was just for a few minutes. Our conversations had become a welcomed distraction from my own personal problems. His voice was like a soothing balm to my troubled mind, and I found myself looking forward to our phone calls every day. It was a strange but comforting feeling to be able to open up to someone who was essentially just an acquaintance. On Valentine's Day, I couldn't help but hope for something more.

I remembered how I had been decorating the donuts at work, making heart-shaped designs with the frosting. And then it hit me, I could make a special donut just for him. I carefully crafted a heart-shaped donut and sent him a picture, feeling both excited and nervous about his reaction. As the day went on and I didn't receive a response, I started to feel silly. We were just acquaintances, after all. Why did I think he would even care about my cheesy gesture? I tried to brush it off and focus on my work, but deep down, I was disappointed. After weeks of conversations growing, I found myself intrigued by this mysterious man. Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't resist doing a little digging on the internet to find out more about him. To my relief, everything he had told me about himself was accurate. As time went on, the topics we discussed became more personal and meaningful.

We talked about our hopes and dreams, our fears and struggles, and everything in between. It was like we were peeling back layers of ourselves with each passing conversation, revealing our true selves to one another. As much as our conversations helped me, I realized that I was not the only one benefiting from our talks. I noticed that as I shared pieces of my life with him, he too opened up and shared more about himself. It was a gradual process, but I could see him becoming more comfortable and trusting with each passing day. I made an effort to ask him more about himself, to understand him better. And with each question I asked, I learned something new about him. I discovered that he had a passion for carpentry, a love for traveling, and a deep appreciation for his family.
I also learned that he had been through a lot in his life - loss, heartbreak, and struggles in life.  But despite all of that, he never let it show. He was always the one listening, offering comfort and advice.

Our conversations had become a form of therapy for both of us. It was a safe space where we could be vulnerable and honest without fear of judgment. I never thought I could connect with someone on such a deep level, but here I was, finding solace in the words of a near stranger. As our friendship grew, I realized that our conversations were more than just a form of therapy. They were a way for me to understand him better and see things from his point of view. Our discussions opened my eyes to new perspectives in life. I will always be grateful for the conversations we shared. They not only provided me with a sense of comfort and understanding but also allowed me to form a strong bond with someone I never expected to have in my life. Our conversations became therapeutic for me, but more importantly, they brought us closer together and helped me see the beauty in our differences.

Just when I thought I had him all figured out, he sent me a video of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing."At first, I didn't know what to make of it. Was he trying to flirt with me? Was he just sharing a good song? I couldn't help but wonder if he was subtly hinting at taking our relationship beyond just acquaintanceship. I couldn't stop thinking about the video, and my mind started to wander. As I listened to the song, I couldn't deny the strong chemistry between us. Before, I had many disappointing experiences with other men's, and I was hesitant to let my guard down again. But something about him felt different. He had never once made any advances on me like other men have. He was patient and respectful, and I found myself trusting him more and more as our friendship grew. Finally, I mustered up the courage to ask him about the video and what it meant. I took a deep breath and asked, "Were you trying to tell me something with that song?"

His answer was a resounding "yes, " and it was like he had been waiting for me to make the first move. I found myself asking him a question I never thought I would have the courage to ask. "Would you be my sexual healer?" I blurted out, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, and he answered,"Yes. "  We scheduled a date for sexual healing, and we talked for hours. I felt like I could be completely honest with someone. I told him about my past, my fears, and my hopes for the future. In return, he shared his own vulnerabilities with me. It was all about talking and getting to know each other as acquaintances. I never would have thought that a simple interaction at a Dunkin Donuts would lead me to the love of my life. Our romantic journey began - with a simple song and a little bit of courage. Our love story may not have started in the most traditional way, but it was perfect for us.