Miranda – That tall, handsome, investment banker. The man every normal 20 young female yuppie wants (NEEDS) in her life. He exists. Is he attainable? That’s another story.
A few weeks ago I was at a popular bar with the typical Thirsty Thursday kind of crowd. You know, the suited up business folk that are looking to get batshit drunk after all the stress they were dealt earlier this week. Although I go there mostly to hang out with my coworkers and friends, I’m not going to lie, it is also the perfect hunting ground to find Mr. Right.
While waiting in line at the bar for what was probably my 4th or 5th drink (but who’s keeping count), a guy behind me started chatting me up. I didn’t find him particularity special or entertaining but I was alone in line so what the hell. He ended up buying me a drink and I joined him and the rest of his friends. Here is where I spotted Mr. Tall Man. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this incredible being walking towards us as he worked with these other guys at a private investment firm. He’s tall (6’3 from my guesses), handsome, blond hair and blue-eyed looking some kind of fantastic in a well-tailored suit. At that moment, my entire game plan changed and all my energy has been redirected into getting to know Mr. Tall Man.
Somehow, with this plan in mind, I managed to weasel my way into a conversation with him and oh, what fun did I have. Not only was I a little tipsy at this point, I definitely felt a little star struck looking at him as well. Mr. Tall Man was charming; laughing at all the right moments in response to my corny jokes and showing enough interest to make me hopeful. After a good 15 minutes, I felt that I had done my job. I wanted to go back and join my friends but not before I left him something that he could remember me by (get your mind out of the gutter, it wasn’t like that). I wouldn’t normally make such a brazen move but I felt like this was one of my only chances to secure someone like Mr. Tall Man in my life. I quickly dashed over to my purse and grabbed one of my newly printed business cards and approached him. We exchanged business cards and I’m pretty sure I skipped my merry way back to my friends. Lo and behold, his last name was none other than Tallman and I giggled to myself as I realized the irony of it all.
Sometime the next day I texted him, excited at the prospect of meeting him again but for the entirety of the day, there was no response. I had lost hope…until he responded about 9 hours later. Success! Perfection is still possible. I held back responding immediately to not seem clingy and desperate but only managed 20 minutes before I sent him a text that opened the possibility of meeting up. Unfortunately, from there, he was no longer mine to have and to hold. His responses stopped coming and the idealized hope of a Mr. Tall Man became just another story to post on this blog. And so the hunt continues…