All right Prince Charming:
Maybe you’re not playing hard-to-get,
but you’re definitely hard-to-find.
While I love the challenging pace of my life, between deadlines and projects and traveling from New York to London for my Doctoral work, I’ve come to realize that I haven’t left much room for finding Mr. Right.
I think I saw him once at a gallery opening downtown, but after an electric first glance, he misread my shyness for disinterest.
We didn’t collide on the 7 mile run I took the next morning at daybreak.
He wasn’t on set at the photo shoot later in the day, and he didn’t seem to be at my yoga class today.
I may have passed him on the street in Greenpoint the other day, but we both had cell phones by our ears and the deafening din of the city’s magical mayhem pushed us in different directions, which was a shame: he nearly got hit by a cab looking back at me, but I was too shy to stop.
Wasn’t that him at the Williamsburg Farmer’s Market, pretending to be excited by not-so-exciting potatoes, as a ruse to stand next to me only to have the moment broken by a pushy shopper who wedged in between us?
I know him when I see him; he’s adventurous, athletic, handsome, excels at what he does, appreciates my independence and determination to succeed, loves to travel, is home-oriented (loves cats!) but hip, presents well to Mom and Dad, is as tired as I am of being asked, “Why are you single?” but can’t help but to smile when his eyes flash with surprise as he asks himself out loud, “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
If your answer to the former, matches my answer to the latter, we may very well want to know each other…
