My Next-Spring-Heart Scenario

I've always wanted to write a screenplay for a movie. And since my imagination is fond of working overtime, I've been making up a scenario of self finally meeting someone new. Someone who’ll inject poison of Cupid’s deadly arrow once again into my story full of bitter endings after sweet beginnings.

Just to amuse myself. Just to woo my achy breaky heart.

OK, so I've to create the leading man for my story board. I don't want someone too good looking this time, like all the men I managed to label ‘the past’. As one of my best friends said: "Find someone who can make you laugh. That quality is far more important in a long run!", so this guy has to posses good, sensible sense of humor. Sarcastic-sometimes-goofy jokes are fine by me, as long as no jokes about him sleeping with others in front of my face again and again.

Right. So he's not gonna be too breathtakingly gorgeous, but owning a breathtaking smile is a must. That effortless, sincere smile which I’ll consider a little gift I could be getting every single day. And I like glasses on men. So with glasses he is. To frame his beautiful whatever color eyes. The eyes whose glistening pools are such an alluring life force whenever I gaze at them.

He makes me feel at all time comfy-home-at-last kind of feeling, even though during fights, arguments, and those days of bad sex. He finds Stanley Kubrick (at least Kill Bill) brilliant, foreign movies (with subtitles) challenging, walking hand in hand far more intimate than having sex, staying in bed all day as much fun as going on a roller coaster ride, going to Starbucks for a morning chat at 3 AM more romantic than dining a deux at William Kafe Artistik after having to reserve a week in prior, and sending flowers with lousy, corny self-made handwritten poems out of not even real occasions (eg. Vegetable Haters' Day, Stawberry Condom Lovers' Day, Dogs' Ear Biters' Day (I do bite my dogs' ears:D), Victoria's Secret Worshippers' Day, etc) amusing and worth doing.

This time, he takes good care of my fragile heart very carefully. And I'm gonna be able to tell it by his goodwill of replying each and every text I send. He'll always text me back - though not always immediately - even if I only say: 'can't sleep!' or something stupid like: 'I don't think fish sleep'.

Until then, I guess I'll just sit around and wait for that first ray of spring lights up my fractured heart once again. Big 'amen' to that!