Thursday, February 23, 2012
#RomanticFridayWriters: The Perfect 9.5
Romantic Friday Writers challenge this week is, The Perfect 9.5. I must be honest. I'm sitting here looking at this prompt and wondering what does it mean? Does it mean, that no one is a ten? That everyone has a flaw? Hopefully their flaw is one we can live with. As I ask myself these questions a story begins to form. The guy in the office, or at the gym that just stands out. Who is he? Is he as kind as he is handsome? Is he still all man while revealing his feminine side? Does he pull out the restaurant chair for his woman, or open the door? Does he smile and give her a kiss after she has a melt down due to stress? I'm not married to Mr. Perfect, who is? I am somewhat challenged by the fact that my father was a traveling salesman and never around. No male influence. The men in my critique group have saved me more than once from major bloopers my male characters may have suffered otherwise. So, I will give it a try and hope you like it.
The Perfect 9.5.
Julie had, had it. The right guy didn't exist. She was turning 30 and no one would ever convince her otherwise. Guys either drank too much, drove like the devil had his foot on the accelerator, or swore so much she had trouble deleting the words to make a cohesive sentence that made any sense. No, strong independent women would just have to rely on themselves. What else was new?
Her best friend Maggie had convinced her to come on a blind date anyway. Julie dreaded the evening. Pride wouldn't allow her to show up in anything but her best new dress and heals. She saw her friends, including their men at a table half way across the restaurant. A band played some country tune she'd never heard before. A cocktail waitress nearly spilled her tray as Julie passed her.
"Julie," Maggie said. "This is Ian."
Ian stood. Tall...that was a plus. Sandy hair, not bad. Blue eyes with laugh lines that hugged his skin.
"Julie." Ian took her hand and kissed the back. He pulled out her chair.
Was she dreaming?
He smelled like the mountains. A rugged naturalist. A ski bum, just what she needed. She could picture him traversing the snowy trails of Vail.
The warmth of his hands on her back as she sat sent shivers up her spine. Was she this desperate? The evening spend along, her friends left, Ian still remained, Julie couldn't stop smiling. As it turned out, Ian was part owner in a solar energy company that had national recognition, prospering in the economic downturn.
He held her hand as they walked to their cars.
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
His hug engulfed her. She felt her body sinking within the folds of his jacket. Only vaguely aware of other patrons, Julie accepted his kiss with abandonment. Her rules of dating having evaporated along with all hesitation. A perfect 10? No. Tomorrow she would present him with her favorite aftershave doing away with the out door mountain air, as nice as it was, it wasn't perfect.
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I hope you enjoyed my take on The Perfect 9.5. I wouldn't mind meeting this guy, how about you?