A Blind Date

Is this jock the one? Or may be that baby faced bald man sitting over there…uh…oh? Or may be that handsome over there, with a charming face, deep blue eyes, dark hair and furrowed eyebrows…hmmm….but he doesn’t seem to be waiting for anyone and look at me, he won’t even spare a moment to look at me. I don’t know how my blind date would look like but I certainly know that he is not at all punctual. Yes, I have come for a stupid blind date, arranged by my friends, and according to them my life is boring…possibly more boring than waiting for my unpunctual date and that too without even talking to him once. And here am I, sitting in an uptown restaurant waiting for him. Interesting part is that, this ‘him’ might be my husband, boyfriend or just turn out to be an acquaintance or may be an unprecedented enemy! And oh, a guy just entered, looks interesting, dark sculpted face and intense eyes… is he the one I am going to fall in love with… oh he just went with that damsel … By now all my hopes are dying and its already 40 minutes past the meeting time. Nobody is left alone in this restaurant in the farthest vicinity except me and that blue eyed guy I just thought about. Is he really the one…oh god really…wow… but why is he not approaching me… may be he doesn’t even want to talk to me… ok let’s get going dear… it was another bad day. I call the waiter for the bill and I start staring at my phone as I wait… trying to hide the tears which just started filling my eyes… And I hear a voice “Excuse me, Are you Ms. Megha” and I look up in awe and a guy is standing next to me with a bouquet of red roses. To my horror and shock, he was the one handsome I’ve been thinking about. And while I was being apprehensive, about what to say, he starts admitting that he wasn’t sure if I was the one and was scared to make the first move and came only when he was really sure. My eyes glowing with pleasure and content, here we are sitting in an uptown restaurant enjoying our date.