Hunt is Over…Could it be?

I found it people! It might be a bit too early to call it right now, but if this isn’t love than I don’t know what is… I wasn’t ready for it either, it’s hard to explain but it kind of just happened. I guess that is how love is suppose to be, right? Unplanned… stars perfectly aligning our paths so we could meet. I feel like a lovesick teen, but I can’t help it, I can’t believe I met you today.

Anyway, I was sitting down feeling a little awkward as usual. My girlfriend has one of the worst bladders known to man, so a typical lunch date together usually means a lot of time sitting at the table trying to look like I am not there alone. We finished lunch and she got up again, I looked at her like I was a child not wanting Mum to leave… and she laughs.

When she leaves I fill her glass halfway with water, because a full cup means no one has been there to drink it. I’ve got to think about these things people! I pretend to look around for a clock, obviously I’ve got something important coming up later… no one needing to know my plans consisted of watching new episodes of How to Get Away with Murder and washing myself some more undies. Making matters worst, my phone died!

I couldn’t even pretend I was reading something super interesting online. You know you do that too! Phone in one hand, raising it up in front of your face so it looks like you are focused on a riveting storyline. Your thumb trained as it scrolls up, and just to be more convincing, you suddenly reverse scroll and stop, pausing to read whatever the headline is: Victoria’s Secret Angel Quits: Stirs Controversy. You pretend to ponder the who, what, where and why… all while thinking that your girl better turn up soon or we’d be starring in our own episode of How to Get Away with Her Murder.

I don’t mind the chance to ‘people watch’ though. To be honest, its my favourite past time to look around at all the interesting people of the world. However, after a quick scan around the cafe… it seemed every couple, in the whole of Brisbane decided to have lunch in the same spot, at the exact same time today, lucky me!

There they were, staring passionately into each others eyes, one saying cute corny jokes, the other flirting, smiling, laughing… and I? I sit alone on my table for two… wanting to gouge my pupils out.

Then it happened… That feeling I observed all around me, the one everyone talks about. The same feeling I saw expressed in movies and had described to me on the pages of Jane Austen novels and all of it true, who knew!

The butterflies. Oh the butterflies…. I never knew that it felt like this. My knees slightly weakened, my heart wanting to scream. I know hearts can’t scream, but if they could, mine would be the loudest. I spotted you from the distance, I was shocked at my reaction actually. How could this even be true? But there you were, not trying too hard… cool, calm and collected… perfect!

In that instance I retracted everything I had ever said about love earlier, you were everything I needed, defied everything I knew, in that moment I fell for you. I just knew it, you were made for me, my one and only.

My mind was wondering now, dreaming of all the things I wanted to do to you. My lips touching you, teeth teasingly biting down on you. Then you walked over towards my table. It took everything in me not to squeal like a little girl. I couldn’t even believe my luck, this was going to actually happen…to me of all people!

It was as if you floated on air and we only had eyes for each other. Everything else blurred and I knew this was it, the moment I had been waiting for my whole life had come and my eyes started to water a little.

It was like a scene from a movie, slow motion, lights dimming, our song coming on…

Let’s get it on….Oooh baby, let’s get it on…

I look down and stir the ice around in my glass, feeling shy and awkward once again. Then the waiter put you down in front of me and I devour you. Yes, you’re a piece of cake. What of it?

The Hunt is well and truly still on people. May never end, until then… Dad that isn’t too desperado is it?

Yours,