The Perfect Man - Callie Catherine Brice (most important books of all time .TXT) 📗

The young man and woman walked along the streets of Paris.
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
“Blue.” He replied
“Me too. What music do you like?”
“I have no preference, I like all.”
“Me too.” She smiles “Your favorite food?”
“Sushi.”
“Me too.”
They walk to The Arc de Triomphe and sit under it, protected. He looks at her.
“Anything else?”
“Uhm, what do you do?”
“Photography. Weddings, birthdays, all that stuff. I sing too.” He calls a taxi
As the drive to the hotel she examines him. Perfect hair, mouth, nose, eyes, and body. He was the perfect man.
“I like the outdoors.” She says.
“Me too.”
“I want to travel around the world, I want to go everywhere.”
“Me too.”
The taxi stops.
“Ill get this one.” She says, and takes out a few Euros.
“Ill buy you a drink to pay you back.”
They walk into the hotel.
“I had a great time.” He says.
“Yeah me too.” She smiles
He hugs her and they walk separate ways to their room.

The Next Night

The young woman drinks and drinks with her friends celebrating their last night in Paris. The man takes care of her.
“Remember how we went out last night?” She asks him as she kisses his neck.
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” she asks
“You don’t kiss on the first date do you?”
She smiles “No.
She kisses his neck and his ear wishing he liked her as much as she liked him.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
“Sure.” She says with a smile. He leans over and kisses her on the cheek.
She looks around
“Where did everyone go?” She asks
“They went to bed. They left about an hour ago.”
“Why are you staying with me?”
“I’m having fun.”
Though the man didn’t touch her. He respected her and respected her body. He only gave her a few kisses and watched her to make sure she was okay.
The women left that next morning. Hoping to hear from him again. They had each other’s numbers and email.
When the woman got home she instantly sent him an email. He didn’t reply.
The next day she called him giving an excuse to send her pictures although she really just wanted to hear his voice.
The day after that she sent him a text. He didn’t reply.
She hurts. Thinking about him all the time when he has forgotten about her and about those two nights.
She has never met anyone like him before. They have so much in common and he does so much with his life. He doesn’t waste it. She tries and she tries to think of something that is wrong with him but just cant. He is perfect. The perfect man and no one can beat him. He will never know how she felt because he forgot about her. She will never have him, she will never get to have his love. Oh well, she is happy with her life but just wishes he was in it. The perfect man.
She will tell him she wrote about him. He wont reply.
She will never find any other man like him.

Publication Date: 07-10-2011

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