He sat staring at her from across the room. She just doesn't see it he thought to himself as he shook his head. There was something about the way she sat all alone in the corner watching everyone around her, eating, drinking, and talking with their friends.
Do women like that still exist?
It's as if she had no idea how beautiful she truly was. Every man in the room had to be blind, they obviously could not see beyond her thick rimmed glasses or the frumpy yellow dress that she wore, if they even looked at her at all. He wasn't like the other men there...he saw her when she thought she couldn't be seen. He saw the curl of her soft lips as they reacted to a song she liked, the gentle way she ran her fingers through her auburn curls, and the look of satisfaction on her face with every sip of wine she took.
I'd want to see that look every day.
Donald decided to walk over to her. If I don't try, I'll regret it forever he thought to himself. He couldn't help but smile as he scooped up his drink and walked across the room toward the object of his desire. The thin beige shirt he wore complemented his dark skin and his long and neat dreads fell loosely down his back. The polo shirt fit him perfectly and almost looked as though it were tailor made for him, accenting the lines of his muscles. He was a man who took pride in his appearance. A freshly groomed beard accentuated his chiseled jaw and his dark chocolate eyes didn't miss a thing, especially her.
Donald was a good-looking man that turned the heads of nearly every woman at the party. Single girls, ones that were draped over their own dates, and even ones with rings on their left hands all stole a glance at the man making his way across the bar. And they were shocked to see the woman he was seemingly moving towards.
"Her?"
"No way!"
"I don't believe this!"
These were the gasps and remarks coming from the women at one particular table.
"What is that beautiful black man doing walking up to that silly looking white girl?"
"There are plenty of black women out tonight who could do wonders with a fine specimen like that."
"Oh, Sheila, you would do anything to be one of those women, wouldn't you!"
"Oh, Michelle...Michelle! If I were free to sample that specimen! Oh Lord! I would have to quit my job and stay at home because I would NOT want to spend a single second away from an ass as fine as that!"
"Sheila!" exclaimed another friend sitting at the table.
"You wouldn't be able to handle a man like that, darling! Now, if I were able to get my hands on him...mmm...he's man enough for me!"
"But why does it look like he's going to talk to that pathetic waif sitting in the corner. She really does look pathetic."
"What the hell is that woman wearing?"
"I don't know, but I do know that dress belongs in the bin!"
The barrage of words continued, unbeknown to the woman sitting at a table all by herself sipping on some white wine.
I have no idea what I'm doing here Marie thought to herself. She couldn't help but recall how she' gotten herself into this in the first place. She had agreed to come to the party because her sister was going out with the best friend of the guy whose birthday it was.
"Come on Marie!" her little sister had coaxed the previous day.
"It will be fun! You never go out! I mean, it's a Friday night tonight and you're snuggling up in front of the TV getting ready to watch that God awful show!"
"Hey!" Marie had protested. "The Walking Dead is not an awful show! I relate to the characters on it. It's also a story about love and...."
"You relate to the dead, frothing at the mouth, zombies?" she exclaimed.
"Oh my God! Will you leave me alone and let me to watch this if I say yes to the stupid party?"
"Maybe."
"Yes! Now go!"
Why, Marie? she asked herself as she ran her hand into her wild mop of curls. She glanced around at the people in the room and everyone seemed to be having such a good time and it made her wonder why she came.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on a man who appeared to be making his way towards her. Marie's hands began to sweat and her heart thumped quickly as nervousness set in. She subtly glanced around to see whether he was in fact making his way to her. But, with one look around, she realized there was no mistake. She was along in her area of the room, and this beautiful ebony god was coming to her.
Brace yourself Marie, he's a sexy man...Oh my God he's so sexy! You can do this, you can do this. He's probably just wondering where the bathroom is.
