Single. With a Mystery Boy

Yesterday night, I was coming home from work and grocery shopping and I had to stop in to deposit some checks at the bank. (While I know this is a great start to a story, it gets better, I promise….) So I’m in the bank trying to figure out how to deposit checks in these new ATMs while also not crushing any eggs in the grocery bag when quite possibly the most adorable boy on the face of the planet turns around from the third ATM and asks if I’m having trouble depositing checks too.

We end up standing in the bank talking for quite a while (with occasional bouts of yelling at the ATMs). He was like my dream man: he was hot, had just graduated from Notre Dame and was in Chicago doing a teaching program in inner-city schools. He was so nice and so friendly and we discovered that we live in apartment buildings that are literally right across the street from each other. It was like the beginning of some stupid romantic comedy, but it was my real life.

And in real life, sadly, things don’t happen like they do in movies. We were walking back towards our apartments, still talking, when we saw that the light on our street was about to change to the Do Not Walk sign. I needed to get home and the light takes about 5 minutes to change (I wish I was kidding – it’s the most inconvenient thing ever) so, without thinking, I was running across the street shouting, “It was nice to meet you, bye!”

It wasn’t until I got across the street that I realized I didn’t get this wonderful boy’s name, let alone phone number, and I began to mentally kick myself. Granted, I am a big believer that if it is meant to happen, it will happen, but still – how often do you run into Mr. Perfect by an ATM? I’m gonna go with never and now I fear I’ll never see him again.

But all is not lost. Or at least I’m trying to look on the bright side of this bleak situation.

The truth is, lately I’ve had this bizarre, irrational fear that I will never fall in love again. I know that it isn’t necessarily the most logical fear to have, but I can’t help it. I know that is why it has been hard for me to completely cut off ties with my old high school boyfriend; I’m afraid I will never be at the same place with someone else that I was with him. I can’t picture being that crazy giddy in love with anyone besides him, especially considering my bad luck in love since our break up.

But running into my mystery boy yesterday was the perfect reminder that there are SO many boys in this world, and so many more that I don’t even know exist yet. I may not have found my new love just yet, but I did, oh so randomly, find a boy that gave me butterflies in my stomach, and that’s all at once exciting and a major relief.

So while I did not get his number (but I’m holding out hope/planning another bank trip next week at the same time….), I do appreciate the knowledge that I can find someone who makes me swoon once again. And with that in mine, let’s start this weekend off with a toast to all the boys we have yet to meet, wherever they may be.

Oh and hell, while you’re at it, send a toast mystery boy’s way so that we run into each other again.

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