it?” I repeated, now completely curious.
“Matt,” Monica whispered, and I had to repeat the name in my head a few times to realize what she had just said. Then I repeated that name on my mind again. Matt?!
“Matt?! Matt who?!” I asked feeling how my heart started pounding harder.
“Matt Nicholls,” Gabrielle told me in a boring tone. “So, he was Emma’s date at Prom. And she let him go away!”
“I don’t wanna say anything mean, but Em, this guy is painfully hot!”
Okay, I knew that, somehow. That was one of Matt’s particular features. But I wasn’t that sure that I liked the fact that my roommate and my high school colleague were staring at Matt’s perfect photo from Facebook.
“I can’t understand any of your reasons, Emma… I mean, I… I think you guys would totally look great together, Em.” Monica told me smiling.
“Yeah, well…”
“You know, I can see myself married to someone exactly like him.”
I was really shocked by Monica’s affirmation, but after all she was so perfect and she could easily find someone as perfect as her anytime. I wasn’t saying Ben wasn’t perfect for her. It really bothered me to hear her say that.
“I thought you’d marry a… Ben?”
“Well, Ben is completely wonderful, we all know that, but he’s not husband material. You know, everyone has a perfect timing. Like Curtis was for Gaby in high school, Ben is for me now in college… And someone like Matt as a husband. Someone who could be good at business and could give you stability, you know what I mean, Emma, right?”
“Yes,” I immediately answered.
Maybe I had understood that too well.
***
In time I managed to forget Monica’s affirmation about marrying someone “exactly” like Matt. I focused intensely on exams, courses, going out, and I could let Matt slip out of my mind. Of course, it was not as easy as I would’ve liked. I still thought of him when I stayed in bed on rainy days, or when I was sad and tired, but I learned how to handle my priorities. And someone who you won’t get to see too soon is clearly not a priority.
Plus, Monica didn’t stop until she introduced me to Morgan.
And Morgan was… completely awesome.
When I met him I had no idea he was going to be there, and I looked really bad, with my hair in a ruffled braid, an awful skirt and a wrinkled shirt because of the terrible courses I had that day.
And he was there, at Destiny’s, with Monica and Ben, talking to them so confidently, and looking like he was on a gym magazine about how you can look completely edible for women.
I really tried to have a civilized conversation with him that night, but it was so not my best day and luck was running away from me. When I wanted to seat next to him, feeling uncomfortable because Monica didn’t tell me he’ll be there, and being so aware that I couldn’t date someone as hot as he was, I almost stumbled across the chair next to me. During a conversation about the United States’ political situation I almost spilled the coffee on his white, tight shirt, which looked so good on his muscles. And then I hit the bottle of wine. It fell on the floor, fortunately, but I hated myself in that moment.
On my way home, my right heel broke, and I knew I will never see Morgan again.
Only that’s not what happened.
He was attracted to me in an inexplicable way, considering every time I was with him I stumbled over something, or did something really crazy. But I wasn’t complaining for the fact that he liked me. I liked his company.
He was smarter than I thought, he played basketball at college, and he could have a civilized conversation, and make some lame jokes, too. And that seemed really comforting, considering college was getting completely irritating now.
We became a couple after we gone out about 5 times. I mean we only been out a couple of times, the rest of them we hanged out with our group, but we talked and laughed a lot every time, creating our private
“Matt,” Monica whispered, and I had to repeat the name in my head a few times to realize what she had just said. Then I repeated that name on my mind again. Matt?!
“Matt?! Matt who?!” I asked feeling how my heart started pounding harder.
“Matt Nicholls,” Gabrielle told me in a boring tone. “So, he was Emma’s date at Prom. And she let him go away!”
“I don’t wanna say anything mean, but Em, this guy is painfully hot!”
Okay, I knew that, somehow. That was one of Matt’s particular features. But I wasn’t that sure that I liked the fact that my roommate and my high school colleague were staring at Matt’s perfect photo from Facebook.
“I can’t understand any of your reasons, Emma… I mean, I… I think you guys would totally look great together, Em.” Monica told me smiling.
“Yeah, well…”
“You know, I can see myself married to someone exactly like him.”
I was really shocked by Monica’s affirmation, but after all she was so perfect and she could easily find someone as perfect as her anytime. I wasn’t saying Ben wasn’t perfect for her. It really bothered me to hear her say that.
“I thought you’d marry a… Ben?”
“Well, Ben is completely wonderful, we all know that, but he’s not husband material. You know, everyone has a perfect timing. Like Curtis was for Gaby in high school, Ben is for me now in college… And someone like Matt as a husband. Someone who could be good at business and could give you stability, you know what I mean, Emma, right?”
“Yes,” I immediately answered.
Maybe I had understood that too well.
***
In time I managed to forget Monica’s affirmation about marrying someone “exactly” like Matt. I focused intensely on exams, courses, going out, and I could let Matt slip out of my mind. Of course, it was not as easy as I would’ve liked. I still thought of him when I stayed in bed on rainy days, or when I was sad and tired, but I learned how to handle my priorities. And someone who you won’t get to see too soon is clearly not a priority.
Plus, Monica didn’t stop until she introduced me to Morgan.
And Morgan was… completely awesome.
When I met him I had no idea he was going to be there, and I looked really bad, with my hair in a ruffled braid, an awful skirt and a wrinkled shirt because of the terrible courses I had that day.
And he was there, at Destiny’s, with Monica and Ben, talking to them so confidently, and looking like he was on a gym magazine about how you can look completely edible for women.
I really tried to have a civilized conversation with him that night, but it was so not my best day and luck was running away from me. When I wanted to seat next to him, feeling uncomfortable because Monica didn’t tell me he’ll be there, and being so aware that I couldn’t date someone as hot as he was, I almost stumbled across the chair next to me. During a conversation about the United States’ political situation I almost spilled the coffee on his white, tight shirt, which looked so good on his muscles. And then I hit the bottle of wine. It fell on the floor, fortunately, but I hated myself in that moment.
On my way home, my right heel broke, and I knew I will never see Morgan again.
Only that’s not what happened.
He was attracted to me in an inexplicable way, considering every time I was with him I stumbled over something, or did something really crazy. But I wasn’t complaining for the fact that he liked me. I liked his company.
He was smarter than I thought, he played basketball at college, and he could have a civilized conversation, and make some lame jokes, too. And that seemed really comforting, considering college was getting completely irritating now.
We became a couple after we gone out about 5 times. I mean we only been out a couple of times, the rest of them we hanged out with our group, but we talked and laughed a lot every time, creating our private
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