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The Woman Of My Dreams
By Earl C. Thompson
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
A story about a man finally finding the woman he has been searching for.
I have always liked the English language. As a child going to school, it was my favorite subject. I was always good at writing composition and anything that was imaginative; my teachers were always encouraging me to continue with it. So when I migrated to Florida I decided that I was going to do just that, hence, I enrolled at a community college.
My first day at school, I met the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life; she was my teacher. She was petite, very attractive and had the most soothing voice I had ever heard. She was younger than I was. By then I had become a mature man; I was forty years old. I had been through one marriage already and had gone through a couple of relationships that hadn’t worked out at all. I was looking for an ideal woman to be my mate, or I told myself I would never get involved again; I was willing to spend the rest of my life alone.
When I met her, she was everything I was looking for in a woman, but was I what she was looking for? I needed to find that out. I decided that I was going to impress her in whatever I did, and obviously I was, because she was always reading my work in front of the class and was always smiling at me whenever I handed in my work to her.
At nights when I go home, I would think constantly of her. I was the type of person who would normally go home, have myself something to eat, write if I had anything to write and then watch Television before I go to sleep, but since lately because of her, my routines had completely changed; I was no longer myself. I dreamt constantly of her and I couldn’t seem to get her out of my mind.
I couldn’t take it anymore and despite the fact that I was bashful, I decided I was going to confront her.
One evening after class, I waited on the outside until everyone had left. My teacher whose name was Christine Anderson, had a habit of staying over after every class for at least an hour, I decided that this evening would be the ideal time to talk to her because I felt like I was going crazy.
I entered the classroom and saw her sitting around her desk; apparently she was marking papers. As soon as she saw me she smiled, that beautiful smile that had my heart skipping a beat. Whenever time she smiled, to me, it always made her more beautiful, as if being who she were, she wasn’t beautiful enough.
“Hi, I thought you had left,” she said.
I came up to her and stood in front of her. “I want talk to you.”
“Have a seat.”
I pulled out the chair and sat in front of her.
“What is it you want to talk to me about?” she asked, giving me her full attention and looking deeply into my eyes.
I self-consciously dropped my head and looked at my hands in my lap; I was rubbing together nervously, a habit I had developed whenever time I was unsettled. I suddenly conjured up the courage I had lacked and looked into her eyes. “Miss Anderson, I’m not going to beat around the bushes, I’m going to come straight. I’ve been living by myself for a while and I noticed that you haven’t got a wedding band. I’m looking for an ideal mate, and I think it would be someone like you, or in this case you. We have a lot in common; we both write, I know your ultimate goal is to one day get published. I’m already published, but I need someone like you, or preferably you if it’s possible.”
She looked rather seriously at me and then she said, “Well, I was married for four years and it was terrible, I only got my divorce about a year ago and I decided I was not going to get involved with anyone.”
I was feeling a bit rejected when I answered, “So I guess it’s out of the question?”
“I didn’t say that, I’m just telling you what happened to me.”
“I’m sorry to hear. I too was married for a while and it wasn’t right and so I got myself a divorce, that’s over five years ago.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll think about your offer.”
I smiled when I heard that, I couldn’t believe she had said that. “I’m not rushing you, you can take all the time you want.”
“It’s okay, and thanks for the offer.”
“Thank you for saying you’re going to think about it.” I got to my feet, “Well, I won’t waste anymore of your time, see you tomorrow.”
When I left that office that evening, it felt as if I were walking on air; I was the happiest person there was.
The following day before class was dismissed, she looked in my direction and said, “Steve, I want to talk to you after class.” She looked at the rest of the class and said, “You may go, see you tomorrow.”
Everyone got to their feet and left the classroom.
I was left feeling that this was the moment of truth; maybe reality had hit her in the face last night, and she was here to tell me how presumptuous I was for even thinking about the proposal I had placed in front of her; maybe she was about to tell me it was not possible.
As soon as the classroom was empty, she sat around her desk and smiled at me, “Hey, I’m not going to bite you know, you can come closer,” she said.
I got up bashfully from where I was and with a bit of
trepidation, walked up to her, I pulled out a chair and sat in front of her.
Again she smiled at me and said, “You looked real scared you know.”
I forced a smile, “I’m okay,” I said, trying to make my smile look real.
“Well, I was thinking about what you said yesterday…”
“And you think I was presumptuous?”
“No,” she said, looking alarmed. “For heaven’s sake,
no. What made you think that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I love a man who is bold and I think you were very courageous in what you did yesterday.”
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“No, why in heavens would I be mad at you?”
I shrugged evasively, “I don’t know, just my imagination running away with me, I guess.”
“Steve, you need to have more confidence in yourself, and
that’s something I’ll have to help you with if I’m to accept your proposal.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “You mean you
have decided to accept it?”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it.”
“What is so hard to believe?”
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m floating on air at this moment.”
“We have to start out by dating first, you know that?”
“Hey, anything you say is fine with me.”
“How about dinner this evening?”
“That is fine with me.”
“Is Red Lobster fine with you?”
“Okay, say about eight o’clock?”
“Eight o’clock it is.”
“Do you want to pick me up?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It’s fine with me.”
“Great, then I’ll pick you up.”
She wrote her address on a piece of paper and pushed it across to me. I picked it up and looked at it, I noticed her phone number wasn’t there and asked her for it. She took the paper back and wrote it on it and gave it back to me. I was the happiest person there was. I got to my feet and was about to leave. When I was at the door, she asked, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I promptly went back and kissed her.
“I wasn’t thinking of that, I was thinking of that.”
She was pointing to my desk. I turned around and looked, and there were my books. I chuckled forcefully and looked back at her, a bit embarrassed.
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.”
I went and picked up my books and waved gingerly to her as I walked to the door. As I opened the door, I heard my name and I turned to look at her; she blew me a kiss and I blew her back one.
As I walked through that door that evening, I felt like a new man; a man who had found the woman of his dreams.
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|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
Oh this is so sweet~hope it is really true!
Have fun, stay in love and joy,
Blessings~From the Heart...