This was supposed to be the one event where I could show my older man crush just what I had to offer, but he was nowhere to be seen.
I was seriously starting to feel the buzz from the drinks I had, so I switched to my glass of water, which was just in time. I was about to say something to Melinda when I saw her glance at me with a smile and look down right beside me. Confused, I followed her stare and looked over my right shoulder. Down on one knee was Brandon, my older crush. To say my heart fluttered would be as cliché as it was right. He was there after all, and right next to me with his sexy grin. “I just wanted to say that you are the most beautiful girl here tonight,” he said.
I had no idea what to say. I had waited all night for that moment and I could not think of anything to say but a squeaky, “Thank you.” As much as I liked to think that I was used to male attention, I really wasn’t. It’s one thing to be called “smoking hot” by a typical frat boy, but to be called “beautiful” by a man who looked like he wanted to devour you in front of everyone was a whole other story. Whatever little buzz I felt was completely gone. I knew at that moment that my feelings for him were deep. But how did he feel about me? That was the question that always plagued me.
“Oh, are you drinking?” Brandon asked hesitantly. Knowing that he was a reformed alcoholic, I knew better than to admit that I was.
“Oh, no! I’m just drinking water; I’m not really a drinker.” I didn’t blatantly lie, it was the truth. The only reason I had gotten any drink was to calm my nerves and give me some liquid courage for that exact moment, which didn’t seem to have worked.
Brandon said hello to everyone else at the table. He smiled back at me and walked over to meet the other managers and important guests. And just like that, my moment was gone.
“What did he say? I couldn’t hear anything over the music and with him crouched down like that.” Melinda persisted as I tried to rub the big grin off my face. I was in heaven and if my face could be described, it would be the picture of those old cartoons with hearts in the character’s eyes.
“He said that I was beautiful and to meet him in room #309,” I replied sarcastically.
Melinda smacked me knowing that he didn’t say the latter part. “What did he really say? Oh my god, I think he really likes you! It’s so obvious!”
“You think so?” I smiled looking in the direction that Brandon left in.
“Um, yeah! Wow, Lena. Are you ready for what that means?” Melinda looked at me with a serious face.
“I don’t know,” I replied hesitantly. “But I guess I’m going to find out.”