One evening, soon after college ended for summer break, Anna invited some close friends over for a get together. A guy who I met during our visit with her at college was also invited. When I had seen “Mr. Perfect” for the first time on campus, Anna pointed him out as he breezed by in his sports car. I remember thinking, “Wow! He really knows how to make an entrance,” when he passed us. Later that evening, near campus, we met him and his roommate for dinner at a casual dining place, and I was introduced to this tall, dark, handsome gentleman.
Mr. Perfect was also a champion body builder, president of the top fraternity at this college, and was studying both pre-law and pre-med. I recall he wore a yellow, form-fitting designer sweatshirt, …show more content…
Romeo just kept our relationship at the flirting stage, even though I knew he didn’t have a girlfriend. In the back of my mind, I entertained a crazy idea that seemed like it may just bring Romeo around to make his move. I was thinking that since Romeo knew this Greek god back at college, and if Romeo hadn’t yet asked me out, maybe I’d make him jealous by going out with Mr. Perfect. Maybe it would be the push for him to make his move. It seemed like a good idea in theory. I mean Romeo was gorgeous, too, so I figured it would be an even playing field, a fair fight. Also, I thought my date with Mr. Perfect wouldn’t really be more than a fleeting moment, because 1. I thought it would only be the one time, 2. Mr. Perfect would affirm in person he was way out of my league, and 3. I’d never see him again. Not that I had a low opinion of myself, but I didn’t think I added up to be someone Mr. Perfect would consider as his “Miss Perfect.” If Mr. Perfect only knew all that went through my mind in the moment he asked me out… but most importantly, I said …show more content…
The flirting was gone and the fun was diminished. I wanted to say I was sorry, to explain my silly plan to make him jealous, but I couldn’t find the words that would make light of it. I saw how stupid I had been, and I’d have to live with the result. We still enjoyed acting together, we were both trained well enough to set it apart from how we personally felt, but the overtone of infatuation off stage was gone. I tried a couple of times to bring him around to our former banter, but he just blankly stared at me. It stung to see his cold look at me from those beautiful big, brown eyes. He had these perfect, full, dark red lips, too, ones I would never kiss unscripted. A selfish action, though seemingly harmless, is still selfish and can devastate. I took a deep breath and sighed. As I looked at that cold stare, I realized I had one thing to do, refocus and look forward to my upcoming date with Mr.
Mr. Perfect was also a champion body builder, president of the top fraternity at this college, and was studying both pre-law and pre-med. I recall he wore a yellow, form-fitting designer sweatshirt, …show more content…
Romeo just kept our relationship at the flirting stage, even though I knew he didn’t have a girlfriend. In the back of my mind, I entertained a crazy idea that seemed like it may just bring Romeo around to make his move. I was thinking that since Romeo knew this Greek god back at college, and if Romeo hadn’t yet asked me out, maybe I’d make him jealous by going out with Mr. Perfect. Maybe it would be the push for him to make his move. It seemed like a good idea in theory. I mean Romeo was gorgeous, too, so I figured it would be an even playing field, a fair fight. Also, I thought my date with Mr. Perfect wouldn’t really be more than a fleeting moment, because 1. I thought it would only be the one time, 2. Mr. Perfect would affirm in person he was way out of my league, and 3. I’d never see him again. Not that I had a low opinion of myself, but I didn’t think I added up to be someone Mr. Perfect would consider as his “Miss Perfect.” If Mr. Perfect only knew all that went through my mind in the moment he asked me out… but most importantly, I said …show more content…
The flirting was gone and the fun was diminished. I wanted to say I was sorry, to explain my silly plan to make him jealous, but I couldn’t find the words that would make light of it. I saw how stupid I had been, and I’d have to live with the result. We still enjoyed acting together, we were both trained well enough to set it apart from how we personally felt, but the overtone of infatuation off stage was gone. I tried a couple of times to bring him around to our former banter, but he just blankly stared at me. It stung to see his cold look at me from those beautiful big, brown eyes. He had these perfect, full, dark red lips, too, ones I would never kiss unscripted. A selfish action, though seemingly harmless, is still selfish and can devastate. I took a deep breath and sighed. As I looked at that cold stare, I realized I had one thing to do, refocus and look forward to my upcoming date with Mr.