Chance of a lifetime
"This is a chance of a life time,"
I declared to my friend Stacy as I locked the door of my office
and left the restaurant I managed. "It's every twenty-seven-year-old
woman's dream to live in New York City, and in a few months I'll
know if I get the transfer."
I watched the moonlight glisten on the waters
of Laguna Beach. "I'll miss it here, but living in the Big
Apple is everything I've ever wanted - a dream come true."
We met a group of our friends at a local
cafe, and I jabbered on about the possibility of my move. Laughter
erupted from a nearby table. I watched as a handsome man captured
the attention of his friends with his engaging story. His broad,
warm smile and air of confidence held me in a trance. Stacy nudged
me. "You're staring,
Michelle, and about to drool." "Wow,"
I whispered. I watched the gorgeous guy push up the sleeves of his
bulky sweater. Everyone at his table had their eyes fixed on him.
"That's the man I want to marry." "Yeah, right,"
Stacy droned. "Tell us more about where you'd like to live
in New York, because we all plan to visit you there when you land
this job. " As I spoke my gaze drifted back to the debonair
Three months later my friends and I gathered
at the same restaurant. "To life in the Big Apple!" they
cheered as we tapped our glasses together. "My chance of a
lifetime!" We talked for hours. I told them of my plan to save
money by moving out of my beach cottage and renting a room for the
few remaining months. Our friend offered, "I have a fellow
South African friend who is considering renting one of the four
bedrooms in his house. His name is Barry. A great guy." He
scribbled on a napkin. "This is his number. He's a forty-two-year-old
confirmed bachelor. Says he's much too busy being a single dad to
be a husband."
I made an appointment to see the room the
same day. I approached the entrance of the spacious house, and the
door opened. "You must be Michelle," he said. He pushed
up the sleeves of his bulky sweater and flashed his handsome smile.
It was the man from the restaurant months before --- the man I wanted
I stood staring, my mouth gaping, hoping
I wasn't drooling.
"You are Michelle, aren't you? "
he said, coaxing me out of my trance." Would you like to see