Air Peace

The Single Guy Diary (Part Three)


I’ve had a couple hilarious teenage fantasies about how to meet your predestined lover; last night was one of those. It might not be as exact as I’d imagined but it was pretty close. Come to think of it, those kinds of thing only happen in the movies or don’t you think so? (read it here)

To me, it was like a déjà vu; those magical 10secs on our knees; of seeing our blood fuse together; of hearing the nightingale-like voice saying “Ouch! I’m so sorry”; of seeing her bold apocalyptic eyes possessing all of me. Those were the best 10secs I’ve had my entire life, well, for now. I could give my brand new CRV for a replay (not kidding).

Neil couldn’t believe what he saw as we’ve talked and joked over those fantasies of mine. To better prove myself capable enough, I showed him Anabel’s business card.

“Dude, I told you this was it, that I was ready!” I bragged.

He kinda chuckled, tried to gain a few points to attack my perception of last night and then came up with “You know she won’t be the one to pick that number on her business card, right?”

That statement hit me on the head like a bowl of Ice. I quickly grabbed my phone and hurriedly typed on the number. True to Neil’s, the first words I heard were “Good morning, this is Ana-Clothiers”. I hung up as fast as I could and dialed the second number on the card.

“Hi. This is Pearl from Ana-Clothiers. How may I help you today?”

I couldn’t believe after those magical few seconds we shared, Anabel just could not give me her personal number, I yelled. Neil gave me a pat on the back and was like “Dude, you’re taking this too far. For God’s sake, that was just some of those things that happen in a party. Besides, if a lady is really into you, she gives you her BB Pin or personal number on the spot and not some business card (he stressed that loudly)”

The only regret I have now is that I never gave her any of my contacts. At least she would have called, I encouraged myself. Then, like a sparkling flash of inspiration, I grabbed my phone again and dialed the last number.

“Hi Pearl, this is Duke. I’ve been following your brand for some time now and would love to partner with you guys for a much bigger expansion” I said in a cool and well calculated voice.

“We appreciate that sir. Please hold on, let me forward the call to our marketing department”.

“No, no, no… I don’t think there’s a need for that. Just give me your boss’ phone number so I discuss with her personally” I interrupted.

“Hmm…I’m sorry we don’t do that sir but our marketing rep is ready to speak with you, if you don’t mind”

I paused in disappointment for a second and just said “OK!”

Eventually, they both took their stand on not releasing their boss’ phone number as they were capable of discussing any business deal I might have.

As I hung up again in total disappointment, Sophie’s call entered and in a cold voice and very unlike her, I heard “Duke, there’s something I want us to talk about. I’d come over after work. Please take good care of you k” she ended without even giving me a chance to say a word.

As I still pondered my unfortunate ‘exaggerated magical last night’ and what Sophie wants us to talk about, I switched on the TV to watch a replay of Arsenal’s victory match with Liverpool while Neil went off to work.

That could make me feel better, I thought.

© 2014 Michael Agene


This is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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