Friday afternoon. Sitting in the commercial drive-thru at the bank for work. Work. How I'd rather be floating in some Mediterranean sea surrounded by beautiful cliffs covered in trees and fields.
I daydreamed of a man with shaggy sexy brown hair standing in a line behind me. I hear this stranger say aloud, "you're beautiful." Of course he's talking to the woman ahead of me. She is what all men think are beautiful so I try to ignore what will now happen...a conversation that leads to months of dating bliss between these two gorgeous gods. "Thank you," she says; and so it begins. I feel intrusive and awkward standing between the two and make an effort to shrink out of sight.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm not talking to you." With a surprising touch of my arm, he repeats his declaration. "YOU are beautiful."
I wanted to dream on but the tears of my reality stung my eyes.