That Man is the One!

“Patrick, what is taking so long? I’m hungry,” Is all I can think about as I lay here in my apartment window. It was 6:45 in the afternoon; he was 15 minutes late, and no call. I was worried. Then I thought, usually, the guy is ready hours before a girl even gets started, yet here I am waiting for him.  Patrick is different; the previous guys I have dated have not amounted to even an inch close to him.

But why was he different? Why can’t I stop thinking about him, even if he takes too long to get ready?

I often ask myself if he is the one, yet the other part of me, my better sense of judgment, says that he is just another distraction, a placeholder until the right one arrives. I think to myself constantly, “I must take the risk; you never know, Sara.” Deep in thought, I kept arguing my points about whether I should pursue this or not. “Look at me. I’m 31 years old, and I have a career, a nice condo, a great car, and even the perfect pet: my dog Roscoe. Yet, here I am, missing a husband and kids. Where did I mess up?”

I almost decided to call it off in pure boredom, but my other side told me not to. So, I decided to open the window and take a look towards the neighborhood. Maybe I’ll find something to distract me. People arguing or a cat chasing a mouse, I didn’t care; I was bored and hungry. Then I see something across the street from the windows: a tall, handsome man talking to someone in a black limousine that’s parked next to the local grocery store.

I couldn’t see his face, but the handsome man resembled Patrick. I quickly went for my binoculars to confirm my thoughts. He was Patrick. I got very excited to see him. Immediately, I felt the butterflies in my stomach accompanied by a quick growl, a reminder that I was starving. Then something unusual happened.

Patrick went into his suit pocket, pulled out a gun, and shot the man inside the limo.  I immediately freaked and fell backward. I was in shock, and I dropped the Binoculars. “Patrick, how could you, but why?” I carefully made myself back to the window only to see him again. This time, he noticed me, signaling me to meet him downstairs, and invited me to join him.

My heart was racing, the adrenaline spiked. This perfect man turned out to be a murderer. But why? There’s got to be more of this story. For the first time in years, I felt excited and turned on. So, without hesitation, I grabbed my coat, locked the door, and went to Patrick. Who kissed my hand like a gentleman would. I knew I wanted this man.

Am I crazy? or stupid?

Written by Anthony Soto

That Man is the One! (2023)

Copyright © 2023 Anthony Soto

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