My friends just don't understand. I'm guilty of falling in love a little too fast but even though it has only been four days, I know he's the one. It was love at first sight. They just don't understand me.
The night I met him, I had just finished up with a session of speed dating and was wearing some brand new ruby red "fuck me" heels. I don't typically wear heels but I wanted to look nice in case I met someone worth while in the little swanky bar downtown. Dressed up with all of the finishing touches I was searching for someone tall, dark, and handsome to connect with, even if it was only for a night. Fortunately, I didn't end up with anyone there. Those losers don't even know what they're missing out on.
No, I met "him" under the strangest circumstances. That made it all that more magical.
After leaving the bar where the event was, I walked out into the cold dark night. I did my best attempt at running to escape the sub-artic temperatures and right before I hopped in my car my right heel broke off. Luckily I was only about a foot away so I didn't have to walk barefoot in the two inches of snow that blanketed the streets.
At first I was pretty pissed about my heel breaking but when I was about halfway across town my car broke down, and the broken heel was the least of my worries. I'll be the first to admit I'm not a mechanic but there was absolutely no way I was stepping out of the car. No, not because of the snow but because this was the kind of neighborhood that's always on the news. Not the feel good water-skiing-squirrel-type stories either.
For the past three months there had been reports of women in there early twenties being going missing and never seeming to return.
I know that I don't exactly fit that profile, (I've been 25 for the past 4 years) but I do know I'm close enough to fit that demographic and you'd be blind to think I'm not a catch. Even if those losers at the speed dating session didn't see it.
I sat in my car for the better part of an hour trying to make calls to every one I knew. No one was answering. I swear I don't know why I deal with my friends. My phone finally died and I had no choice but to take a walk through the seedy neighborhood barefoot, to the convenience store about 10 blocks away.
There is something eerie about walking through a dark winter night when the streets are devoid of people. The dilapidated buildings that surrounded me only added to the suspenseful walk. Pictures of the 5 missing women danced through my head as I marched forward through the snow. When I got to the store I was absolutely crushed. They had been closed for 45 minutes already. What kind of store closes at 11:30pm? Starting my slow journey back towards my car my feet went completely numb and I couldn't help think that my ruby red "fuck me" heels, sure did fuck me tonight. I was now facing strong winds and all my mind could manage to think was, I swear I am never shopping at New York & Company ever again.
I was violently shaking from the cold and my car was in sight but I felt each step becoming more sluggish. It was then a thick haze of confusion was cast over me. In my delirium, I could barely concentrate enough to convince myself to keep putting one cornflower blue tinged, foot in front of the other. I knew I had to keep going but I just wanted to lay down in the snow and rest for a minute. Maybe just rest my eyes.
It was then my man came to my rescue and swept me off my feet, literally.
I didn't even see him at first. Hell I didn't hear him either. He has that whole sexy dark and mysterious Batman thing going for him. He must have saw me from a block away because he came running up behind me with some sort of thick blanket. Before I could even say a word he had already wrapped it around my body multiple times and lifted me off my frozen feet. I silently gave in to his strong warm embrace as he ran with me quickly to his van. He must have seen how cold I was because after he laid me down on a mattress that he had in the back of the van he grabbed a giant roll of tape and wrapped all of it tightly around the blanket I was in.
I was as snug as two peas in a pod and could barely move inside the blanket. The warmth felt phenomenal. What a sweet man, I thought. Before he hopped in the front seat to race to the warmth of his home, I caught a glimpse of the most brilliant blue eyes, behind the cutest little ski mask I had ever seen.
And then I decided to rest my eyes, just for a minute.
(To Be Continued)...
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