...and they lived happily ever aft..er...or did they!

I remember the first time I saw him. The man of my dreams! My heart raced a hundred miles per hour (I later discovered it was not the "love at first sight effect" it was the "faulty heart valve effect"!) my palms were sweaty, my legs unsteady and I just knew he was the one for me! So what did I do?

Being a devious and resourceful woman, I immediately went into planning a winning strategy to get into his space. At first I thought, "this shouldn't be too difficult" after all we were in a an elevator. Unfortunately, the elevator was packed like sardines, so I had to bump and grind my way to him and let me tell you it wasn't easy! I had to make my way from one corner of the elevator to the other. So taking a deep breath, I took the plunge only to find myself squeezed between a wanna be Casanova, who took advantage of the tight situation and attempted to squeeze my butt (I proceeded to smash my 2 inch heel into his foot and then had to put up with him screaming like a girl directly into my ear!) and a Mr. Rogers look a like, who said I looked like his long lost daughter, started hugging me, and asked if I would be willing to visit his "beautiful neighborhood and be his friend for the day"! I elbowed him aside while keeping my eye on the goal; success was within sight!

I'd finally made it! I was standing right in front of my hunk of the month when the elevator dinged, annoucing our arrival at the last stop (the Penthouse Executive Offices). As soon as the doors opened everyone fled the elevator, like rats abandoning a sinking ship. I was so excited, here I was standing in front of the man I was determined to marry. Tall, dark and handsome. Well...at least dressed and clean cut. Like one of the guys from those trashy romance novels. I wish I could say that he was suspended in time and space by my powerful good looks and sexual chemistry. Not! It was more like I was standing in front of him in a stupor and found myself frozen in his presence. He had to say excuse me four times before I came out of my self induced coma.

After such a memorable meeting what guy in his right mind wouldn't want to meet such a determined and adventurous gal (more like a raging lunatic with stalking tendencies...but that's a whole other story!)

Look out for my next post! The Honeymoon from Hell! We were happy with each other so that wasn't the problem it was everything else around us that could go wrong and did go wrong! But I will save it for the next post!