Apparently I dismissed Mr. Right today...

Apparently today I was informed that I was letting Mr. Right go...

Today it is a BEAUTIFUL day, 80's, little clouds, blue skies, warm breezy day...I go to central park to sun bathe, fine my own little spot, camp out, plug in, and relax. [Super excited since I get to use my bikini I ordered at the end of the summer for the first time!]
So there I am, enjoying Musiq Soulchild serenading to me while basking in the sun when out of nowhere I sense another presence. And to my surprise a man is standing a few feet away from me. I unplug saying 'What?' and the conversation begins. I don't like to be rude, but I have no problem being blunt. So I allow him to speak, after all, he did grow the balls to even approach me in a not-at-all-disrespectful-way.

So then he begins to tell me, almost preach, about how he wanted to read me a 'poetic compliment' So I allowed. Then he goes on to ask me if I am single etc. I wave my hand in the air to show that I am engaged [Thanks to some sort of supernatural feeling I had earlier to bring it (my fake ring) just in case, and just put it on, I was saved]. So he proceeded to inform me that He was Mr. Right and if I knew that he was that I would simply there drop my guy 'like a plague' and ask him to marry me. He then continued to explain to me that the Mr. Right was a man of God and how did I feel about that, and blah blah blah. His name was Carl, very nice man, just trying to get a point across about how women are...and I simply replied if you are Mr. Right why have you kept getting rejected and why are you not married now? And he sort of diverted the answer to that and continued on about what women say and do with their version of Mr. Right, and that He is the REAL Mr. Right. I laughed...he was pleased that at least he had made me laugh.

This conversation lasted about 10-15 minutes
and by that time my neck was starting to cramp from shielding my eyes from the sun and looking up.

So Carl, who works at ABC [completely outfitted in ABC gear btw] asked if he could simply love me as a friend, and exchange numbers. I gave it to him...YEAH RIGHT...no seriously, I told him I didn't feel comfortable giving him my number and he decided to tell me why I was uncomfortable [because I wasn't sure that he was the Mr. Right]. So then he requested to recite his phone number, so he did. Then he asked me to recite it back, OF COURSE I DIDN'T REMEMBER IT, and he got kind of flustered because I wasn't jumping to copy it down, so he recited it again, and corrected my mistakes. He left me saying I should think about him, call him, and after it was quite clear he wasn't going to be successful with me he switched the topic to trying to get me a job for ABC in advertising.

I thanked him for the 'intellectual and spiritual' conversation and he blessed me and said...

"That's what all women say to a compliment to the guy they don't think is Mr. Right. "

And so I laughed again, and laid back down.
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So wouldn't that be so sad if he was Mr. Right...
an aging mid-40's white male...hmm
I don't think so, but I certainly hope not either...

Carl- I hope you find your Ms. Right sometime soon, so you can stop approaching young females half naked while they are 'engaged'.