The moment that I had been day dreaming about was about to become my reality.Would we run into each others arms, like the TV commercials?
Was he going to lift me up and swing me around, while proclaiming his love for me?
Just thinking about it, gave me butterflies in my stomach.
Okay, maybe it was just hunger pangs, ‘cause I was fucking starving, but whatever, I was excited.
I grabbed my make-up case to get a mirror. Just wanted to make sure I looked ok. To my horror I gasped at what I saw. My carefully placed eye make-up was nowhere near my eyes.I guess that crying episode wasn’t so smart, after all.
It looked like I had a four-lane highway down both cheeks. Lipstick was non-existent. I needed a total fucking overhaul. This was a definite emergency if there ever was one. Shit, I only had 15 minutes to pull this off. No fucking way.
I took a deep, calming breath. Now I had to put on my big girl panties and actually leave my seat. So with my make up case in hand I headed to the rest room. I managed to wash my face, apply my make up, and even changed my clothes. A NY Yankees tank top, black linen shorts and my 5” heels. We pre-arranged our clothing; he was going to wear navy shorts, a blue Bruce Ashworth golf shirt and the NY Yankee hat that I sent him.
By the time the train pulled into the Loyola station, I was done. I think I heard a choir of angels singing Halleluiah!
Naturally, as fate would have it, I was in the first car. I swear it seemed like a mile from the terminal. Call me crazy, but when you take the subway in NY, they just pull into the station. Well, in New Orleans, they pull in backwards. Yep, backwards. So, that is why I was so far away. Crazy, right? Damn it felt like I was in another state.
Exiting the train was another disaster. Silly me, I thought someone, anyone would have helped me get my luggage off. Wrong! I was on my own. Chivalry was DEAD!
Ok, suck it up. I can do this.
I struggled to get my 2 suitcases, over night case, pocketbook and the rest of my crap onto the platform. Standing there I realized I didn’t see a single soul. How did they depart and disappear so quickly?Where was Masterful?
Was this all a joke?
Was I stood up?
How fucking dare him.
I left my husband and family and this is how I get treated.
I spoke to him before I boarded. He sounded anxious to meet me. I think that would have been the time to tell me,
“Look babe, it’s been fun but I’m not going to meet you in person. I just wanted to see how far you would go for me.”
Then panic set in. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.What do I do now?
I composed myself, gathered my belongings and headed towards the terminal. In the distance I saw someone walking towards me.“Was it he?”
“Am I finally going to see my Prince's face?”
I left everything right there on the spot. I started walking quickly to this figure. My heart skipped a beat, when I saw his NY Yankees baseball cap. We met mid way. I jumped up on him. With my legs wrapped firmly around his waist, my arms around his neck, I whispered in his ear.
“I love you, Greg”
He held me tight and said, “I love you too, darling.”
Every time we kissed, bells rang in my head. Then he put me down and we just looked at each other over. Oh yeah, he told me what he looked like. Six foot, dark brown hair, hazel eyes with a dimple in his chin. I know at least 10 people that can fit that description. He was the nicest looking man I have ever seen.Reminded me of Tony Curtis.
He had to be God’s “Masterpiece.” Greg then told me how beautiful I was. I just melted. He told me he had a surprise in store for me, but I would have to wait to find out what it was. I felt I knew him much longer than 3 months, and it was magical. We gathered up all my belongings and headed to the parking lot.
A Lincoln town car and driver were there waiting for us. I looked at Greg and smiled, as I slid across the back seat. It didn’t take us long to reach our destination; the Marriott in New Orleans. It was magnificent and quite a change from the Super 8’s, where I usually stayed. I felt like Cinderella with my Prince, by my side.If this was a dream, please don’t wake me up
Maybe, just maybe.
Dreams do come true…..
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