Advice=Realization

MARCH 31ST, 2011

Okay Mordecai, you're just asking for advice, not a date.

I dialed Margaret's number and waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Margaret, how's it goin?"

"Alright. You wanted to talk?"

"Um yeah. Do you know anyone that would be…right for me?"

"What do you mean?

"Well I'm looking for that special someone and I thought…maybe you could help."

"Awwww. Mordecai! That's so cute! Well the first thing I need to know is: What do you want in a girl? What your description of a 'dream girl?' "

I thought about it carefully. If I told her what I was really thinking it would probably sound too cheesy, but I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere if I lied.

"Truth? I like a girl who has a…how do I put this? Okay, a girl with a cute personality.

"Cute personality?"

"Yeah, like has a shy side but is not afraid to show her true self. Caring, sweet, a nice figure, nice hair…Just a girl that I could hug and know that I can feel the love between me and her." Dude. Did you really just that? "Sorry was that too sentimental?" I said slightly embarrassed.

"Maybe," Margaret giggled playfully. "It's cute though. So let me get this straight: You want a girl that is affectionate, pretty, and caring?"

Wow…Right on the money Margaret.

"…Um yeah…" I said awestruck.

"Well there are a lot of people at the coffee shop today. I know some of my customers so I'll look out for someone that fit that description."

"Thanks a ton."

"No problem. Matter of fact, meet me here in an hour and I'm sure I will have found someone for you."

"Gotcha."

"Okay, see that girl? The one in the pink shirt?" Margaret had pulled me off to the side so I could spot the girl.

"Yeah." I said intrigued.

"She comes here from time to time. She's very sweet. A little shy like Eileen, but she's cool." I had to admit she wasn't bad looking. She was a human with tan-to-white skin. She had long, brown hair and brown eyes and wore a pink sweater with blue jeans. She was cute, but I couldn't feel anything.

I pretended to seem like I was interested and nodded in approve. Margaret saw this and patted me on the shoulder.

"I can't stay long; I have to get some errands down. But I'll keep an eye on her." I lied. I actually just needed some time to think.

"Okay, well just take your time. Things like this can't be rushed," Margaret said.

Tell me about it.

"We'll I'll talk to you later." I left the shop and got into the golf cart.

What was going on? Margaret gives me this nice suggestion for a girl and I just turn it down? I needed to think about this. I can't be stubborn and just focus on Margaret. I need to keep my eyes open.

Don't you get it?

What?

When you gave your description of the perfect girl, to Margaret…

Yeah?

Dude, she fits that description.

It all made sense. The reason why I wasn't into the girl Margaret showed me was because I had already made up my mind. Margaret…Margaret was my dream girl.

Cute personality.

I always found Margaret cute. Her smile, the ways she laughs, the way her eyes brighten whenever she's happy.

Caring.

Whenever I had problems, she'd never hesitate to ask what was wrong.

Sweet.

She always knew how to make me smile. Especially when she played with my hair.

Nice figure.

Seeing her always put me in a trance of just how amazing she looked; Like that one day at the coffee at the shop, when she had first asked for my help on the project she had to do.

Nice hair.

When I was comforting her after the demon attack and rubbed her hair: I didn't want to let go of those smooth feathers.

Just a girl that I could hug and know that I can feel the love between me and her.

Whenever I hugged, I just wanted to pull her close and kiss her. I know she loved me as a friend but I loved her as something more. My heart has never beat so fast except when I'm with her

That's it, I can't avoid it anymore. I have to tell her. No more staying quiet. What's the point in trying to find someone else when the perfect girl is right in front of me?

Once I got back to the house, I went straight to my room and planned on how I was going to tell her. Just then my cell vibrated. A text from Margaret.

[Margaret]: Hey you have my email address right?

[Me]: Yeah, your gave it to me when we working on the project so we could mail each other new information we found.

[Margaret]: Oh okay. Just making sure.

[Me]: Hey Margaret…

[Margaret]: Yeah?

[Me]: Listen I need to tell you something, it's important.

[Margaret]: Is everything okay? Do you need me to call you later?

[Me]: No. I need to tell you this face to face. Sorry, that didn't sound weird did it.

[Margaret]: No not weird at all. I understand. How about during my break tomorrow?

[Me]: Yeah, that can work.

[Margaret]: K. I got to go bed now. Goodnight :)

[Me]: Nite.

Tomorrow. I'll tell her tomorrow. Tomorrow…tomorrow…