"Yes he was the one I've been waiting for." Well was the one I thought I would spend the rest of My life with.Turned out he was too charming to stay one place.Well here's the story of how I met him.He was different but we were the same.You'll soon find out what am talking about.It was my 10 years ago.All on a nice spring day.Yes that's me.Walking down a road of life.Oh am sorry I haven't introduced myself yet.Am Rage.Don't ask.
Well I think I am taking too much time talking now.I'll leave the rest to the that 20 year old blonde walking.I'll be back at the end of this story.
As I walked into the diner.I realized it looked the same. Mandy the only waitress was as always being a pervert. Joe the cook(he doesn't like being called chef reminds him of Jeff his son who is now imprisoned on drug charges).
"Hey mandy ..i'd like a cup of coffee-" I was interrupted."one sugar ,one milk,and a drop of salt" she finished. I smiled "just how I like it." I sat on a tall stool at the counter.
By 9 I had to get going for work.I work at Wilson and wills Men's house...just a clothing store for men.No I didn't go to college.Just got a job the moment I lefted school.
"Sorry" while walking in thought I hadn't recognized that I didn't look where I was going. Standing infront of me was a man inches over me. He was somewhere in his twenties ..I could tell. Strange enough his eyes where purple in colour."Hi " he said ,"Hey am rage" I could he was confused now."its my name" Thankfully enough he smiled."I am ...uuh...reye ..reye timwell."
By the time I got to work we had already set a date for dinner at LA Rosetta.I already liked him.Sitting at my desk I felt someone behind me."rage do you say me and you go for lunch? I looked around to see wilson-my boss
"No thanks I'm having lunch here"I smiled."I'd buy"he persisted."Wilson if you want to keep those balls of yours down there and not in a hospital jar I suggest you stay away from me" He went back to his office not looking at me.I smiled.I reached home just in time to freshen up and dress up...as I was applying make up I heard a knock at the door.
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My One
Romance30 year old Rage Simmons..tells the story of how she met her dream man. She talks of how his difference made them feel the same. And how she married him.."he was my one" she comments.
