The other day one of my friends arrived at my house . She had seen the most amazing guy, she said. So I asked her, what was his name, how did they meet, what did they do, and how did she know he was so special?
Well, she, owed up, they hadn't actually 'met', she didn't know his name, nor had she talked to him...She explained that she was in town that afternoon when a car passed by. It came to a halt just by the road where she was walking. As she looked left and right to cross the street, her eyes locked with this guy, who was a driver of that. Smiles and meaningful looks were exchanged and that was it. But those seconds seemed minutes, and a connection was made, she believed.
Now she was a little sad, asking out loud; "Why didn't I stop that car, why didn't he get off and stop that car. This could have been the man of my dreams, and I let him go away...".
My friend isn't the type of person to get upset easily, or to fall in and out of love within a heartbeat. She has been through some rough break ups and is someone everybody really wants to be happy, because she is quite easily, one of the nicest people around. A real friend.
So my other friend and I did the only thing I could think of..., We went looking for him. We just knew more or less what this guy looked like and which car he drives on the day before. So we went to the place where she saw him, at around the same time, brought a picture of our friend, and showed it to every person that more or less fit the description she had given us. This was particularly difficult, as there happened to be many guys that are between 25 and 35 with beautiful eyes on this road. She couldn't tell how tall he was as he was obviously sitting down when she saw him. She didn't remember the colour of his hair, and the only other hint was that he had a dark coat on.....
We had the most hilarious afternoon, met many guys that would be happy to go out with our friend even after having seen only her picture. But they all admitted that they had not seen her before.
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