I’ve always wanted to have a thrilling love story that I could tell my friends about for years and they wouldn’t get tired of hearing it. So, when the most good-looking man came into my office and we locked eyes, I thought it was fate. One thing led to another and he invited me to a jazz night. You can imagine how excited I was. The only problem was I didn’t know anything about jazz.
I’d never been lucky in having such romcom-esque moments. Most of my relationships started in ways that I wouldn’t even dare tell anyone. For instance, I met my last boyfriend at a baby shower when one of my cousins introduced us. There’s nothing wrong with meeting someone at a baby shower but it’s not special.
We ended up breaking up because we had nothing in common. Naturally, my cousin wasn’t happy about the breakup and it caused issues between us. This is why I don’t like being introduced to a potential boyfriend. It always feels forced and when you break up, the person who did the introduction must get involved.
The last place I expected to meet my Prince Charming was at work. We worked with many young, successful people and many of my colleagues ended up in relationships with them. However, I didn’t normally date clients because things could get messy and complicated. It was also against company policy but I was willing to break the rules just one time.
John was different in a good way. When he walked in, he caught the attention of the whole office.
“Have you seen the new guy?” My deskmate whispered.
“Yes. What about him?” I asked.
“He’s so fine.”
“Calm down, Karen. That’s the boss’s client.”
“And?”
“His standards must be very high. He wouldn’t be attracted to any of us.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No. Don’t scare away the client.”
Unlike the other guys who got excited by the attention, John didn’t seem to care that all the ladies were ogling him. He walked past without acknowledging anyone then took a detour and came to my desk where I was busy pretending to work.
“Hi, where is Simon?” He asked.
“He’s stepped out. He’ll be back shortly. Can I help you with something?”
“No, I’m okay. Thanks.” He said then went to sit at the reception and waited until Simon came.
As he walked into Simon’s office, he looked in my direction and we locked eyes. It was at that moment that I knew that we would have something special. After waiting for almost two hours for him to leave the meeting, I got tired and decided to go for my lunch break not knowing whether I would see him again. However, as fate would have it, he came to the same restaurant I was in a few minutes later.
I don’t know if he was following me but I didn’t care. I was just happy that my love life was finally getting better.
“We’ve met again.” He said as he sat next to me.
“Yes we have,” I answered with the biggest smile on my face.
He reached out to shake my hand and when our hands touched, it was like an electric shock ran through my body. I didn’t want to let go of his warm hands and it seemed like he had the same idea. He held onto my hand for a couple of minutes as we got to know each other.
“Do you like jazz?” He asked after letting go of my hand.
“Of course. I like all kinds of music.”
“Do you mind if we went to a jazz event this weekend? I know it’s a little short notice but I really like your company and I know it will be fun.”
“I would love to,” I said without hesitating.
“Really? That’s perfect. I’ll come to pick you up on Saturday afternoon.”
“Okay. I can’t wait.”
I didn’t think that lying about being a jazz lover was such a big deal. After all, I had been to many events where I didn’t know who was performing and I still had fun. However, I underestimated how much John loved jazz.
He came to pick me up just as we had agreed and I got in his luxurious car. After greeting me, he switched on the radio and asked what music I wanted to listen to.
“You can play whatever you want,” I said.
“No, today is all about you. What’s your favourite jazz musician?”
I went into a panic since I didn’t know even one jazz musician. I was scared that he would know that I was pretending to like jazz so when he wasn’t looking I quickly googled a jazz artist.
“Louis Amstrong.” I finally said.
“That’s a good one. I think I have one of his albums.”
He went through his playlists on the touch screen display in his car and put on one of Louis Amatrong’s songs. Luckily, it was one of the common jazz songs that everyone and their mother knew so I could sing along to some of the words. However, I didn’t know any of the other songs he played for the rest of the drive.
We got to the event and I could tell John was excited about it. He was already swaying before even got inside. Though his energy was contagious, I couldn’t act like I was having fun. Jazz wasn’t my thing at all. In fact, after a few minutes, I could feel myself getting drowsy. John also noticed that I wasn’t enjoying myself and he finally figured out that I wasn’t a fan of jazz.
“You don’t like jazz, do you?” He asked.
“Not really. I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“It’s fine. Maybe I should take you home.”
John handled the situation like a gentleman which made me feel more guilty. I couldn’t believe that I had ruined my chances with the most perfect guy just because I wanted a childish fantasy. We saw each other at the office a few times but he acted like he didn’t know me. Luckily, no one at the office knew that we went on a date so it wasn’t as embarrassing.
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