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“Love is an unkind feeling; a disruptive
emotion that has no regard for well laid out plans of people. It tears your
plans apart, without due consideration to the years of effort that went into
making them. I should know – I found myself a victim of this feeling called love
five years ago.
Growing up, I had my own ideas of a utopian
adult life. Just like those women in the movies, I would graduate with flying
colors, get a good job, drive a cool car and live in a trendy apartment. When
the time was right, I would marry Mr. Right – a rich, handsome, fashionable man
who would make me the envy of many women.
That was the plan; fool proof, I thought,
since I was well on my way to achieving it all. I did graduate with a 3.8
average, got a good job right after and bought a car. Not the coolest of cars
but it was mine and that was cool enough. Riding high on my success at
achieving the first phase of my childhood dreams, I was locked in the belief of
my plan’s invincibility. I had conquered the difficult part – the husband part
was going to be easier; after all, I was pretty by any standard. Tall, model
slim, fair skinned with big eyes that told a story anytime you looked into them,
Mr. Right was not going to be able to resist me the moment he set eyes on me.
One fateful Sunday evening, my good friend
invited me to a friend’s beach party. With high hopes, I put on my best pair of
faded denim shorts and a brightly colored tank top; ready to conquer the
territory I may find myself in. Alas, what a territory. The beach gathering was
the lamest I’d seen in years – the party had a representation of every age
group, from the infants and toddlers to the middle aged and old. It was a
disappointing sight and I sadly turned away from them all. Mr. Right would definitely
not be caught dead there; the crowd would be too lame for my dream man.
Sitting on a log of wood facing the sea, I gazed
at the raging waters which struggled to get a taste of my bare feet on the
almost pristine white sand. I was unaware of time passing by until a voice
whispered beside me, ‘Don’t you want a drink? The coolers have kept them cold.’
I turned and looked into one of the kindest
eyes I had ever seen. Wearing chinos trousers and a polo short, he looked a bit
overdressed for the beach. Suddenly, I realized this was the celebrant – my friend
had introduced us the minute I got there but I’d not paid him any attention. I smiled
at him, declining; the calmness of the sea breeze was cooling enough for any thirst
I might feel. I just wanted to stare at the waters forever.
‘That’s okay. The cool breeze and beautiful atmosphere
is sweet enough to quench ay thirst you may be feeling anyway.’
Surprised, I looked back at him and he smiled
at him. He knew exactly what I was feeling because he was feeling the same. Moving
around the log, he sat down beside me and we started talking. He took my number
and called me often, but I avoided him. He did not fit into the profile of my
Mr. Right – he was not tall enough, handsome enough or trendy enough. He knew
nice places and was really smart but he didn’t run with a cool crowd. This was
not the man; at least, that’s what I thought back then.
Today, I’m happily married to that man; four
years of marriage and two kids to show for it. He swept me off my feet with
persistence, romance and declarations of love. I discovered him to be very thoughtful,
kind and extremely considerate. I fought not to get tangled in his web; he
fought to ensnare me completely. You know who won the fight and I look back
with laughter and a measure of bewilderment.
I had the perfect plan; I had achieved most of
it yet, love beat me at my own game. I still don’t know how it happened but it
did. Love taught me a valuable lesson that day five years ago – that it was no
respecter of persons or plans. That lesson is one I will never forget.
2 comments:
What a pity, the only issue here is that I cant understsnd whether this is a lamentation or a or meeant to be a lesson for us not to fall in in 'love'and realise our dreams or plans first. Wish you can find a way to still realise those dreams, afterall where there is life there is hope. La lute continue.
I hope you have not been giving the poor guy 'hell' all these 5 odd years considering that you think he truncated your wondereful 'dreams', since what happened is not his fault by any stretch of imagination.
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