A few years ago she fell so very romantically in love with a neat gentleman somewhere in the world.
This so very special guy was one of the most handsome men she has ever seen and every woman would have adored him, too. The perfect age, the perfect smile and the perfect hair.
His vivid sky blue eyes fixed her every morning in the same manner they fixed every woman he would see during the rest of the day. Every day, from sunrise to sunset. He was known as an absolutely irresistible Mr. Charming.
No woman – however beautiful she might have been – seemed to be someone special to him, but he definitely was for her and for all the other hundred to even thousand interested girls. The elegant way he walked through her office and back to his was absolutely breathtaking. This face, this skin and his scent, too. Her silent sigh and her thoughts.
„You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you“.
He entered the office, created astonishment and sweet silence and disappeared after.
Often she arranged to see him at lunch time gathered with some other busy business men and always surrounded by pretty women longing to have his smile directed at them or catching his eyes to hold his gaze.
“Hopelessly in love”
that’s what it felt like for her. Dreamy during the day and sleepless at night – caught in shameless desire for him.
Weeks have passed, her world painted in his colour, and absolutely nothing has happened or has even changed a bit. He just smiled at and for everybody all the time and spread his gentlemanly manner generously. There were no rings on his fingers only the perfect hairstyle, the brilliant white-toothed smile and expensive suits which flattered the shape of his perfect body. She has tried to forget him and has failed.
“How could I!”
Seeing him every day at work.
Months later a fairytale happened and he asked her out for a date. “Let’ s have a cup of coffee” and she got dumbfounded for the first time in her young life and got the rosiest red cheeks you may have ever seen.
The rest of that working day she was neither working nor walking – instead she was floating in her huge happiness. Later at home she dressed and undressed a hundred times trying all the beautiful dresses in her wardrobe.
Nervously she waited for his car to pick her up. She felt hot and cold at the same time and thought about all the things she wanted to ask and tell him. Finally the car arrived. Mr. Gorgeous sat in the driver’s seat while watching her walk towards him and – as always – he smiled the most adorable smile: Warm, welcoming, shining. She opened the door, entered the car and he greeted her in a friendly almost familiar way. This was the moment she recognised the loud music from the speakers: ABBA – Dancing Queen.
Their date in the coffeehouse was really nice. The coffeehouse he had chosen was one she would have chosen with a friend of hers, too. He was such a pretty guy with taste: the pink shirt he wore, his sweet flowery perfume, the way he held the cup of tea and the spoon to eat his rosewater cookie-cake. She realised how he attracted the attention of other guys. And ABBA still in her ears.
On the way home he stopped at a fairground and bought her candy floss and a little cuddly pet which looked like an elf and brought her back home.
From the next day on he never entered her office in the morning again. But every time she saw him they smiled at each other aware of the secret he had shown her.
Month later they started working for different companies and said “goodbye” to each other.
But at home in her flat on a shelf there’s still his little gift – the elf. An innocent witness of a significant date some day somewhere in the world with no happy ending but a really good time and a cute memory.
“You got to me in a way I can’t describe”.