I remember as if it was only yesterday when I first met him. I was busy one day searching for the perfect wine to compliment a roast beef I wanted to prepare for my birthday tomorrow and I remember this stranger coming up to me in the supermarket and say: "You know, that bottle of white won't go well with roast beef. Try Pinotage instead." I turned around and came face to face with possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He was about 6'1, strawberry-blonde hair with a few gelled strands dangling strategically over his eyes. His arms were speckled with freckles, a major plus for me since I'm a sucker for ginger-haired men, his lips were full and manly, his hips were like those of a Latin dancer, one could clearly see his well-defined muscles bulging from under his short-sleeved shirt, but his eyes, oh his eyes, two aquamarine pools filled with secrets and mysteries waiting to be discovered. I was instantly in love with this reincarnated version of one other Greek god of beauty.
"Uh, how did you know I'm preparing roast beef?" I asked in a small voice. He smiled knowingly. "Well, I heard you asking out loud whether you should drink white or red wine with the roast beef." I bowed my head, blushing deeply. "I'm known to that once every while." He smiled, flashing a row of perfect white teeth. "No need to apologize honey. We all have our little bad habits," he said reassuringly. "I guess we do. What's yours?" I asked. He cocked his head to the one side, and scratched his head. "Well, when I'm listening to music on the radio, I have the habit of singing out loud and shaking my ass to the beat." It was now his turn to blush, something he did remarkably well. "That's not nearly as bad as me talking to myself, though," I winked at him, wishing I could see him shake his sexy booty to the beat, damn, even from behind he's gifted. I don't even want to glance down the front of his extra tight pants, because I know there was also a big surprise waiting for me.
"Hey, what's the occasion?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I asked him, confused. "Well, there has to be some special event taking place to be eating roast beef on a Saturday. Isn't roast beef traditionally enjoyed on a Sunday?" The question seemed innocent enough. "Oh, no, this baby I'm going to enjoy tomorrow. It's my birthday, you see." I said, beaming up at him. "That's why I'm here in the wine section. I'm searching for something that would complement the meal." "Ha! I told you there's a special occasion, didn't I? So tell me, how old are you going to be tomorrow?" he asked, looking interestedly at me. "I'm turning twenty-two. I've been waiting for this day forever." "Why's that?" he asked. "Well, tomorrow I'll be old enough to accept my dream job as a radio presenter at Glam 'n Rock. I have a contract with them that states that when I turn twenty-two, I'm officially old and responsible enough to handle the awkward hours and interviews with important people." I smiled at him, hoping he'll be impressed. He was. "So, you're the new presenter everybody was talking about? This must be my lucky day then." He smiled back at me, his eyes somehow appearing even brighter and bluer than before.
"Well then, it's my absolute pleasure to be of assistance, Mademoiselle. May our paths cross again and might I say, you look way more beautiful in person than I ever imagined. I hope your boyfriend appreciates what a jewel he has in you." I blushed at his obvious attempts at flirting, although why a hunk like him would want to flirt with me I won't even try to understand. "Oh I don't have a boyfriend, jeez I don't even go out on dates." He looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. "What, why on earth not? Don't you like the boys here or what?" I shifted uncomfortably. "No, there's nothing wrong with the boys here. It's just…nobody has asked me out on a date yet. I'm not the most attractive person in the world, you know." "Girl, whatcha talking about? You're like the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long time." I looked at him, wondering whether he was serious or not. "Oh…if you say so. But that doesn't solve my dating problem though." His expression suddenly changed from sympathetic to being shy. "I'm going to ask you something I've been meaning to since the first time I saw you. Please don't laugh at me." He looked so horribly embarrassed that I couldn't help but smile. "Okay, ask away good sir. I promise you I won't laugh." He smiled, a shy, suspicious looking smile. "Would you like to go out on a date with me, Carin?" My mouth hung open from shock, what on earth was this! The frigging most beautiful man on the planet was asking me out on a date? Of course I'm going to say yes! "Dude are you serious? Of course I'll go out on a date with you! Just say when and where." He flashed that heart-stopping smile of his again, and I'm once again I'm forced to admit that he is truly a gorgeous hunk of a man. "Well, I didn't know you were that desperate, but oh well. So now that we officially have a date now, where do you want to go?" he asked, excitement showing clearly on his handsome face. "Well why don't we make it at my place, it's nice and comfortable and nobody would bother us there" I said. "Okay then, it's a date. Settled for tomorrow night, then we'll celebrate your birthday properly" he said. We switched phone numbers, hugged and he left to get his groceries, leaving me completely flabbergasted that I finally got a date, with somebody I just met for like 10 minutes.
That afternoon I went shopping for a new outfit for tomorrow night, a black and blue number with killer heels and glittery blue nail polish (I have to impress him, I've been single enough for a long time), paid and phoned my best friend, Sylvia, on my way to my apartment. We've been friends since the day I moved to Los Angeles (I'm originally from South Africa but having higher aspirations I moved to the US of A) and we've been sharing secrets and fantasies with each other ever since. She was just excited as I was and wanted to know if she and her latest boyfriend could join us (she had a new one every month). I said "yes, of course", asked the newbie's name and rang off.