Part I to this story can be found HERE
Part II to this story can be found HERE
She didn’t look a trace over 21.
“Good morning, My name is Amoros”
“Hi, I’m Eden”
Shaking hands with a fond memory – How many people actually get to do that kind of thing?
Goodness! That’s Eden right there, my heart did a little jig. I tried to remain as calm as possible on the exterior.
“Let us…” holding the glass door letting her into my working space
RULE NO 1: A professional never lets his personal life get in the way of his work
TOO LATE! TING! TING! TING! The alarm bells had all set off within himself. It was Eden… Eden – after all those years. He had recognized her instantly, she hadn’t changed a bit! Of course she was now much taller and so much prettier. She, on the other hand, had clearly not recognized him.
If losing almost 49% of your hair doesn’t count for a change in the way one looks, I don’t know what else can! There was no way she would recognize me. Maybe my nose? The fact it was unusually pointy, something that I was constantly made fun of in school. But then again it was a long time ago.
A couple of albums and a good 50 prospective groom photographs later, she didn’t seem to like any of them and I couldn’t blame her. I mean, if Eden had to find herself a life partner, she certainly wasn’t going to find him in some well decorated album, sitting in a chilly a/c cabin. She would find him in the great outdoors probably over her garden wall, watering the plants. There’s something about flowers that seem to work their magic with women.
“Nice flowers” she finally said, probably the only thing she found attractive in the little chilly a/c cabin with two well decorated albums opened in front of her.
“I handpicked them myself” I quickly replied. I don’t know why I said that.
There was a pregnant pause for about 10 seconds, when she looked up to me. She smiled
Why don’t I tell you a little about myself? Maybe then you could find me a suitable match, inside these albums or ‘maybe’ beyond them. As she went on narrating little stories about her life to me, the clock ticked to a little over 60 minutes (the longest anyone has sat in my cabin) There were eyes all around me from different corners of the office – remember the glass doors and it didn’t help that the conversation was very animated, gesticulation was Eden’s forte, she always played lead role in all class/school plays. I contributed with the occasional smile and head movements.
By the time we were done, we were on first name basis. The hug at the end definitely raised more than a few eyebrows.
“It was lovely talking to you Amoros”
“The pleasure was all mine Eden”
RULE NO 2: If it’s PLEASURE, it ISN’T official
“Looks like we have a match! And this time it looks like we aren’t making any money out of it”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“She’s an old classmate” I say – again not sure why I had to divulge extra un-asked for information
There were 3 other rules – sadly I broke all of them.