If I was in a movie (or if I was someone without some unknown curse for devious deeds committed in past lives, I sometimes worry) I would have met my future husband this morning.
OK, so this AM I woke up a bit foggy, a bit late and realized I had a medical appointment at 8:30AM. I ran around trying to put together something to wear, and remembered that I had an idea for an outfit. I dragged the dress out of the closet, and put on some nice tights and zipped up my boots. I was looking pretty cute, although still foggy and half-asleep!
Of course, I got to the medical appointment too late (15 minutes) and they could not take me. So I made my way to my office, taking a route I normally would not take. I got on the 6 train at 33rd street on the way to Bleecker and sat down thinking “dang, I missed my appointment. Oh well, at least I look cute and my hair looks surprisingly nice even though I fell asleep with my hair wet and did not brush it this AM.”
I was so chuffed by all this, that I was not even that annoyed by the whole missed appointment thing. And THEN I noticed a very attractive man sitting right in front of me. I kept sneaking quick glances at him, but it did not seem like I registered with him at all. Even with my cute dress! Hmmph!
“Maybe I am not so cute,” I thought. THEN, I look up and caught sight of this other dude on the train who looked familiar. It was a guy that I went out on a date with a few months ago (someone I actually liked enough to want to hang out with again, and did not have anything wrong with his teeth, AND seemed SSS (stable, sane, secure), AND I was pretty sure would call me again, but never did:( boo! ). He was just getting off at the Union Square stop. I wondered if he had seen me. I hoped he had and that he saw how cute I looked in the dress, and would then think “hey, there is that cute girl I went out with and did not call for a second date I am a real idiot. But here she is, with a fab dress and cute boots with tights. Maybe she is still single and would like to hang out again??? ” and send me an email.
I look up and the cute guy in front of me is now glancing at me. “Ha!,” I thought. At least he noticed something about me (i.e. cute dress).
I get off at my stop and walk over to my office fully expecting to log on to my computer and finding an email from M*** (the guy from the date over the summer).
In a movie, that WOULD happen.
In a movie, the guy on the train would say “cute dress” and ask me out.
In a movie, one of those men would be my future husband.
In a movie, the dream that I had last night with some strange dude that I do not know but oddly enough, I now realize, resembles M***-from-the-summer, that was my new boyfriend (in the dream) would be some strange cosmic “sign” that I had finally met the one for me.
In reality – nothing.
I still think I look cute, though. But I may be the only one who thinks that. And I may be WRONG!
And in real life, straight guys do not give a shit about cute dresses paired with tights and boots all that much.