Read the previous episodes of the Mr. Perfect Series here.
I find myself putting in an extra effort to look cute to church these days. I still think about Church Crush. What if I bump into him, would he even recognize me? Does he remember asking if I belonged to a community group? What are the odds of us sitting next to each other again? I don’t know, but as Mr. Not-So-Perfect advised me: Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be.
Finally, I moved forward with my life. Away from the hopes that Mr. Almost-Perfect and I would ever speak again, let alone be an item. He regularly viewed the content I posted on social media, but never said anything about them. I finally got my happy back. Forget you, Mr. Almost-Perfect!
I took a step of faith and started publishing my content on a website similar to The Huffington Post, and that stretched me as a writer. I also got a writing internship with a company in California. Things were really looking up. Maybe Mr. Almost-Perfect was a distraction, I had never been more confident in my dreams and goals since we stopped speaking. Plus now I had a clear head, no more shoulda, woulda, couldas.
Then, one day, I got a message on social media. From Maybe Mr. Right. You see, Maybe Mr. Right, and I had a thing in the past. We were college sweethearts, and I could do anything for him. I love hard and I am super loyal. We had loosely kept in touch over the years, but nothing more than that. When I received a “Hello, how are you doing?” message from him, I felt, here we go again! I had finally moved on and put men off my mind, and here he was to mess up my peace. Anyway, I decided to be nice, for old times’ sake. There were some back and forth messaging on social media before he asked for my number. Why did this scenario look familiar? I felt like I was having a déjà vu moment.
He called, and we talked for a little bit on the phone. Within days of reconnecting with Maybe Mr. Right, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Maybe Mr. Right, I don’t jump into relationships just like that. First of all, you are not Mr. Perfect; secondly, you really don’t know who I am. Just because we got together 10 years ago, doesn’t mean I am the same person today. I voiced my opinions to him, but not in that manner, and he agreed that we should get to know each other better first.
Now, Maybe Mr. Right was calling and texting me every day, beginning to give me butterflies. But not like the one Mr. Almost-Perfect gave me. If Maybe Mr. Right gave me butterflies, then Mr. Almost-Perfect gave me the entire garden, abi cycle of life—from maggot to butterfly. Okay, I digress. I couldn’t help but compare Maybe Mr. Right to Mr. Almost-Perfect. He was good-looking, had a good job, cared for me, and I enjoyed talking to him, but not as much as I did Mr. Almost-Perfect. If my conversations with Mr. Almost-Perfect were deep, then those with Maybe Mr. Right were on the shallow end of the pool (maybe things would change).
“But not everyone is perfect!” I heard my mind screaming at me. “Not every relationship starts off with a lot of fire; some take time to build up.” Okay, okay, mind, I hear you! So could he be the one? I was beginning to enjoy the attention, I could get used to being asked every day: How was your night? Have you gotten something to eat? Call me when you get home. Ah, the joys of having a member of the opposite sex care for you; I had almost forgotten what it felt like.
Maybe Mr. Right then told me one day that he was going back to work (engineering). He worked offshore, and so our communication wouldn’t be as excellent.
“Okay, cool, we can talk whenever it’s conducive, I have a close friend who is in the same field of engineering, and I don’t speak to her for weeks at a stretch, so I know how it is,” I replied to him.
But the break in transmission only made me miss Mr. Almost-Perfect more. The milestones I had reached and would have shared with him, the movies I’d watched and wanted to tell him about, just life in general! I missed sharing it with him.
Yea, I know I said I was done with him. I had really moved on and was happy with the way my life was, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about our talks. How he would always tell me to keep hot gist for him, how he always reminded me of how beautiful I was, and how he would say time stands still whenever we are on the phone. Sigh! My darling Mr. Almost-Perfect, how I miss you! Those were my thoughts on a drive back home one day. I smiled and giggled at the things we used to say to each other.
And then my phone rings … Omg! Omg! It was Mr. Almost-Perfect! Did he hear my thoughts? Was he a fly on the wall in my car when I was thinking out loud to myself? My spirit must have sent out a love signal. Could he be back for good? Was he the one I had been waiting for? Could he be the one?
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