The Envious Mis-Matchmaker

Back in 1996, I visited my friend that day which was considered the best in my life. She lived in an apartment in a huge building. I was at the door waiting for her to open up the door. She opened the door and I greeted her and we walked out to go to somewhere to shop. As we walked, a really tall person got out and went. He entered the elevator where my friend and I stood steadily.

As soon as he entered, my steadiness was lost. He was so tall that he reached the edge of the elevator. His thin face and body looked fine but there was something attractive in his cheekbones. I was interested to death to talk to him but I stood there feeling extremely timorous. It was silent that I held my breath too. My friend who is basically less shy than I am looked negligent. At some points when he didn't look at me, I would gaze at his tallness. He looked really casual and decent. Those two minutes felt like an hour .

We stepped out but when he realized that we went out first he smiled so warmly and let us first. As a priggish shy girl, I always responded ,"Thank you". We walked out. A strange feeling was following me about this man. I liked him. I actually admired him. So, it was eight P.M. and my friend and I were out to shop.

After three straight hours, we returned home. She returned to the apartment and I returned home on the other side of the road. Alone in the elevator, I remembered that feeling. What was that about?? His length was incredible. I greeted my mamma and tried everything I bought and then stopped. It was twelve thirty. I sat as idle as can be. What better than watching some TV. As I shifted quickly between channels, someone familiar passed in the speed of light. I restored the channel back.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my!", I yelled out loud.

I watched the show with so much amusement. I pointed behind me and mumble meaninglessly. It was the tall man in the elevator I saw coincidently. He turned to be a host on TV. He have got his own show. He was a comedian too. His jokes were funny. His smile is the cutest thing in him. I was amused again. I've got to tell my friend the other day. I remembered every little thing he did. His smile, attitude, and how tall he was rushed in my mind.

I couldn't sleep the night, unusually thinking about him. What was his name? I don't even know. He looked in his early thirties and perhaps just thirty. My friend is in the star's building? She's lucky, I thought. I tried so hard to remember the times I saw him. It was nine or ten. No, I should be precise! I die to see him again. He was charming.

It was two o'clock in the morning. I was sitting alone doing quite nothing. Thoughts again were darting torrentially inside my head. Obviously his domination over me made a new difference in my life. That person particularly did it all.

The next day I was at a bookstore. Passing beside horror,romance, and suspense novels, my eye fell on a magazine nearby. Thereafter, I bombarded it with so much anticipation. I couldn't believe my eyes again! I bought it immediately,tucked it inside my pocket, and plowed my way out. My mom was still shopping in that store. I waited for her.