Tis the season to be jolly, and so I feel a need to share with you; my wonderful readers a short plot that played in the movie screen of my mind recently.
Enjoy...
Enjoy...
I'd waited 5 hours in the queue outside the Apple store on Regent's Street. Through the biting winter cold; I'd even wrestled the “not-too-sharp” guy who had tried to cut-in the line of eagerly waiting customers.
You would have thought that the second coming of Christ was the event we all eagerly anticipated. But oh no, it was the IPhone 10 Retro which was being unveiled in 3 hours. Yep you heard right, another 3 hours!!! But somehow without having to trade-in a lung or kidney I managed to get my hands on the latest beauty. There goes my quarterly bonus. The gadget was my gift to my darling Daniel for his 30th birthday. I planned to present it to him at the surprise party I had organized. After all, my sweetheart was worth every penny.
Or so I thought...
There was nothing anyone could say that would turn my mind away from Daniel. Every word he spoke sounded like a host of angels playing a melodic tune. I was smitten, and I didn’t care about any other living being as much as I did for Daniel.
We'd been dating for almost 4 years and last Friday he mentioned how he needed to spoil me, treat me and look after me. I mean which lady wouldn't love to hear those words from her love. He was coming at 7 tonight to take me out to dinner.
Buying my boyfriend an IPhone 10 Retro wasn’t the first sacrifice I had made in my time… If gifts could prove a person’s love for someone, then feel free to call me Maestro.
But tonight was special and I'd bought a new dress for our date at 7. I even splashed out, and had my weave restyled. This was it; I just needed to wait till he arrived. I looked around my immaculately decorated living room to ensure I hadn't forgotten anything;
Butterflies in tummy: check
Nerves: check
Excitement: double check
New moisturizing lotion for fourth finger left hand: check! check! check!
We got a nice table at Pablo's. The restaurant was a bit full, and I couldn't help but giggle inwardly as I looked into the faces of my prospective audience.
He held out my chair once the waiter had taken out coats. We ordered starters, and I was careful not to order anything messy. Not that I’m a klutz or anything; it’s just that now wasn’t the best time for spinach to be fastened tight against my pearly whites. I needed to be 100% ‘with-it’… Daniel looked up and I was lost in his beautiful eyes. He cleared his throat and reached for my hands across the table.
"Bianca baby, my love we've been together now for almost 4 years and I think the time is right for us to take that next step…” he paused for a moment.
My heart skipped a beat and I couldn’t hold back the prodigal tears that started to congregate on my lower lid. Daniel withdrew one of his hands and reached into his pocket to pull out a little box. Everywhere went quiet… I couldn’t breathe.... Time stood still and at that very minute only Daniel and I existed. Was this how my best friend Mary, had felt when Jason proposed last year; or my three colleagues at work in the last 3 months; or my sister last April?
Wait a minute!!! Why wasn’t my prospective audience’ attention on me right now? Why wasn’t my charming gentleman of a boyfriend dropping to his knee to complete his speech? Was that really a box he pulled out of his jacket? Were we really at Pablo’s right now?
I dropped my purse on the bedside table before planking out on my bed. The borrowed butterflies had been returned to the store; the nerves were on strike and the excitement from earlier on had vanished. I was too numb to speak or cry. I was blank.
I sat up, retrieved my house keys from the table, looked at them and without thinking flung them across the room in anger. The next think I heard was the shattering of glass into a gazillion pieces as a framed photo of my ex; Daniel and I fell to the floor.
Great!!! Just what I need, another opportunity to sweep 4 years up and throw it in the bin.
If I had wanted a new set of keys I was more than capable of cutting my own damn keys. Daniel’s version of looking after me was for me to move in with him…
So no; he didn’t need to drop on one knee, nor had he pulled out a box with a rock in it. No; he’d pulled out old spare keys to his apartment...
I apologise if I've just exposed someone or if you were on your way to "that special dinner @ 7"; please still go ahead. Whilst Daniel does represent x% of guys out there, it doesn't mean your man is in that league.
Somehow I feel a need to stick up for the good guys. So I dedicate this post to all my upstanding citizens of the male gender; all my male cousins, my brother-in-law, husbands to all my close friends and cousins, and even my work colleagues.
Meeting all of you has proved that good men still exist. So to my girlfriend who's still sitting in the taxi right now on your way to "that special date @ 7", ride on, cos your Daniel may just be pulling out a Tiffany box from his coat pocket...
xoxo...
