Most say that it’s the eyes that they first fall in love with. But for me it was your nose, your beautiful strong nose.
I saw that nose and I knew. I knew that you were the one that I wanted to be with; that you were my forever person.
You were standing in a crowd of people and the only thing I could see was you. It was like you had this silver glow around you, a glow so strong that it filtered everyone else out. Blanked out their faces. All I could see was you and all I wanted was you.
I took a deep breathe and made a beeline towards you, making sure that I didn’t spill the drinks that were carefully balancing on my hand. Oh how I hated balancing shit on my hand. It was a massive pet peeve for me. Every move that I made had to be calculated, there was no excuse for error, not with me.
All I wanted to do was sashay up to you. Hypnotise you with my swaying hips, but this blasted drinks tray that was balancing on my hand was keeping me from doing this.
Instead I sheepishly sidled up to you. At first I didn’t say anything. I just sort of hovered there, half expecting you to turn around, knock the tray onto the floor, sweep me into your arms and take my breathe away with your kiss. That strong nose of yours battling with my own.
But you were so engrossed in your conversation with the lady with the synthetic wig, that you didn’t even notice that I was there.
Finally I built up my confidence and opened my mouth to offer you a drink. Without looking my way you waved me off. Deflated I headed back to my starting position. The blasted drinks tray feeling heavier than ever before.
I watched you all night. You never left your spot. I served countless blank underserving faces. But not you. Not once did you look my way.
After the final drink was drunk and the final canapé was eaten, with a heavy heart I left.
As I waited outside for my cab to arrive, thoughts of our future life, our house, our kids, little trips to the beach and picnics in the park plagued my head.
I checked my phone for the umpteenth time, for the status of this cab that was supposedly only 5 mins away; and then suddenly there you were.
Time stood still, the noises around me on pause.
You asked me for a light and as a non-smoker who keeps a lighter in her bag for such occasions I produced you with one.
You sparked up and I felt my heart flutter and beat back to life. Your voice melting my insides as you spoke of your distaste of evenings such as this.
You asked me my name and 10 minutes later we knew each other’s hopes and dreams.
A notification that my driver had cancelled on me propelled me back to the living and the fear of not being able to get home from the north of London to the south of London sent shockwaves through me.
As if sensing my fear you offered to share a cab with me, only because you were going in that direction anyway and how you could never leave a damsel in distress.
The cab pulled up and we both got in and thus began the greatest love story ever told.