It's A Love Story

I think when I meet my soul mate, it'll be in a bookshop or a library. We will both be flipping through the titles looking for something new and interesting. He'll be taller than me and kind of geeky, think Clark Kent meets Henry from Ugly Betty. I'll have my hair in a perfect falling ponytail (this is how you know it's a fantasy. My hair has never fallen in a perfect pony for the entirety of my life and shows no signs of changing), wearing a pretty floral dress and a cute blazer. We'll awkwardly bump into each other and apologise, before one of us inquires about the other's choice of read and the geeky book chat starts. Eventually we both end my recommending our own favorite's and being completely offended that the other hasn't read it and insist that they buy it and do so immediantly, meaning neither of us leaves with a new book, but a classic to add to our collection instead. Having been intrigued as to why I think Jay Gatsby is a better romantic hero than Romeo Montague and Mr Darcy put together (a story for another time), he'll say he was going to head for a coffee after the bookshop/library anyways and would I like to join him, to which I will nervously say yes. We then spend hours sat in a small corner and once our literary discussions have finished, we'll end up talking about everything from favorite pizza toppings, to childhood holiday destinations and politics. Eventually, one of us will check the time and see that we have just spent four hours in the company of a complete stranger and yet never felt so at ease in our lives, but realise that it is time to make a move. We'll pack up from the coffee shop and head back out onto the street where, finally, phone numbers are exchanged and we have to part ways.We spend the next few weeks texting quotes from the books we chose and going for drinks, which eventually leads to things like going to the theatre and being together and then we get married in some very picturesque church after a ceremony at my church back in Chalfont and we live happily ever after, just like in the stories...

Well, a girl can dream, can't she? 

It is also possible, that I spend too much time in Waterstones.