It's not that I wanted to find her. Wasn't something that I planned. It was fate.
My destiny.
Simply meant to be.
She was just there standing in front of me in line at the grocery store. Skinny jeans, white tee shirt, black van shoes, blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, perfect body, and a face of an angel.
I couldn't stop staring at her. Luckily she didn't notice me.
"Can I have your last name to look up your rewards? " the dark hair cashier asked, in her best customer service voice.
"Harrison, first name Andrea. I should have a coupon for five dollars off," she said sweetly.
"Yes I found it," the cashier replied, and started scanning her items. I studied the items she was purchasing. Mascara, vanilla scented lotion, red lipstick, diet coke, strawberries, turkey burgers, cheddar cheese slices, strawberries, dark chocolate, and a bottle of wine. Probably getting ready for a dinner date, I thought sadly. I purchased my coffee, bananas, and milk watching her leave.
The cashier Ashley had done me a favor. She had unintentionally provided me with this mystery girl's first and last name. Unlike like Prince Charming I didn't have to try on shoes to find my dream girl, I just to look on Facebook.
Andrea Harrison a twenty-four year old college student, politic science major, worked part-time at Parker and Davis law firm as a paralegal, had a younger sister named Amy, loved listening to Chris Isaac songs, eating cheeseburgers, and took exercises classes every Monday and Tuesday night at a gym called Orangetheory fitness. I found that from researching her in just one hour online.
For the most part she seemed to have her life together. With the exception of her boyfriend Miles Ryan. He was an unemployed, cigarette smoking, cheating, motorcycle riding loser...but for some reason Andrea seem to be crazy about him.
She doesn't know you yet, I thought putting up my phone.
Once she meets you, everything will be different. I drive across down to the gym she works out at. I see her in class, as I enter the door.
"Hey, I am Emily. Is there anything I can do for you," the young girl at the front desk asked overly excited to sign up a new member.
"I need to sign up for a membership. My name is Philip Blake," I responded softly, no point of making small talk. I was there for Andrea not the classes.
"Sure thing. Just need you to fill out this paperwork,"she says handing me a stack of papers.
One hundred and fifty dollars later I am closer to being with Andrea. At some point I would get a chance to speak with her, I would make sure of it.