I thought I finally met the man I’ve been waiting for. Kissing all those frogs must finally have paid off, cause I found my prince charming.
He’s as handsome as most girls would imagine their prince charming to be- Sophisticated. Smart. Shy, in a good way. A lawyer too. He was definitely into me. We got introduced through a mutual friend and the man couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I was having trouble breathing.
I pictured it all. We’d move into this cute apartment with a rooftop in Hamra and we’d take morning jogs together on the Corniche. I met my better half. I beat the system.
Until… 2 hours later, he mentions his fiancée. Yes his FIANCEE!!!! But he didn’t mention her in a loving way; it was kinda in a matter of fact kind of way. As though he had just remembered. He almost sounded apologetic.
I was heartbroken; he managed to break my heart in 2 hours. Even though we were a party of 6 he continued talking to just me. Asking me questions like he wanted to know everything about me. I left abruptly. It was way too uncomfortable and I could no longer hide my disappointment.
I feel terrible saying this but there was something there. And it wasn’t at all sleazy. He was gentle and sweet. I just can’t get him out of my head. But I know I must never see him again. How on earth did I just get myself in this horrid situation? Even thinking about this guy goes against everything I believe in. Must shop now. Bisoux