My Crazy Life

Mr Perfect

I screamed my name unintentionally which brought about an uncontrollable laughter from Tony.

"Are you laughing at me Mr. Tony?"

"Of course not. It's nice to meet you Candace". He replied

Why does my name sound so good coming out of his mouth? Tony had to be about 6'3 and I'm only 5'4 so when he spoke, I had no choice but to look up which brought about a feeling of vulnerability. Not only was he taller than me, but he obviously took very good care of himself because he was completely toned. His arms were huge and inviting and the width of his chest was perfect for a warm embrace. His voice was heavy and drenched with strength and masculinity. The call of my name snaps me back from my very embarrassing daydream. 

"Candace, are you a presenter or an attendee?" He asked. 

"Tony, my friends call me Candy. Candace is a mouth full so please call me Candy."

Tony agreed with the sexiest smile I have ever seen in my entire life. I spent a couple of minutes telling him that I had attended the conference under duress. I did not give him all of the ugly and embarrassing details, but I did let him know that I was strong armed to attend. He laughed and I swear even his laugh was sexy. After my confession, Tony asked if I would like to see the table that he sponsored. Because we were in a very public place with many witnesses, I felt no threat walking with him over to his table. When we arrived at Tony's table, I realized that I was very familiar with the chain of car washes that Tony owned. Soap Box is a very popular car wash chain in the city and north suburbs. Tony handed me pamphlets exploring the start up and success of his car wash chain. I was so impressed by Tony's presentation. He was very articulate and charming in the way he shared his story. And it was a complete bonus that I had the pleasure of having an audience of one. His employees were on the other side of the table chatting with attendees of the conference. Once Tony had completed his spill, I had no choice but to give him a round of applause. This charming gift from the gods had definitely won me over. He politely bowed and we both laughed. Just as I was getting ready to tell Tony how awesome his presentation was, my phone began to ring. I looked down and grabbed it from the side pocket of my purse. Of course it's Marsha calling. I give a look to Tony asking for a moment. I walk to the side of the table and place the phone to my ear.

"Candy, where are you?"

In the background I can hear Anthony fussing about how they have been looking and worrying about me. Really I'm a grown woman, these two are worse than my parents.

"Hello to you to Ma'am. I am over at the Soap Box table chatting with my new friend Tony."

"What? Wait! Friend, Tony!"

Next voice I hear is Anthony as he apparently has snatched the phone from Marsha

"Who is Tony? And where are you?"

"Anthony, you guys are doing too much. First of all, I'm at the Soap Box table with the owner Tony. He's been nice enough to share his business ideas with me."

"Is that all he's sharing with you?" 

Is he kidding me?

"We are on our way over there, BYE!"

After staring at my phone trying to remember why I'm even friends with these overbearing people, I remind myself it's because I love them and they love me. I returned to Tony and the huge smile on my face returned as well. He's a great distraction from all of the busy bodies in my life. I decided to warn Tony that my friends were on their way over to scrutinize and be very opinionated. While we waited for them to show up, we chatted for what seemed like a lifetime getting to know each other. Tony asked me for my phone, and for some reason without hesitation I gave it to him. He went to my contacts and added his number to my list and returned my phone. Just as he was handing me my phone, I looked up and saw Marsha and Anthony pushing their way through the crowd. It was so comical to see their faces when they laid eyes on Tony. I pointed them out to Tony as we made our way over to them. Tony reached out to take Marsha's hand into his own, but she just stared as if she was a deer caught in headlights.