Inside The Mystical Mind Of Mr. Right

Inside The

Mystical Mind

Of Mr. Right…

by G.G. Faulkner

It was two days before my birthday, and for the first time since my divorce, I was faced with a crisis. I was dating two women and I wasn’t sure who I wanted to spend the day with. The one thing about being married is that you never have to worry about who you’re spending a special day with.

Dana called and wanted to know what I wanted for my birthday.  I knew it was her subtle way of letting me know she expected to spend the day with me.  Then, Lisa called later to remind me that “we” were invited to a dinner party the night before my birthday. It kills me the way she refers to us as if we’re married or scheduled to be.  I know if I spend that evening with her, I won’t be able to unhinge myself from her grip for the next day.

I’ve got myself in a fix because I can’t make up my mind which one, if either, I want to be with for my birthday.  At this moment, I’m seeing two women. This time last month, I was “involved” with three women.

Elana, however, was somewhat on the fringes because I didn’t see her that often.  She knew I wasn’t ready to be serious, and unlike the others, she never pressed me to be.  She seemed to understand or didn’t care that I was seeing other women.  She never appeared ruffled in the least, when my phone would ring off the hook when we were together.  However, she became very angry when I got my dates screwed up, and accidentally stood her up on her birthday. 

I didn’t realize what I’d done until I got home the next day from Dana’s and heard her voicemail wondering where I was.  Unlike the others, though Elana was the most exciting, she wouldn’t sleep with me.  Therefore, I was never pressed to spend time with her and I hadn’t talked to her since that unfortunate incident.  She told me to never call her again, but I haven’t felt right since.  I deeply regret making her angry.  She’s a beautiful soul, and I miss her spirit.

Lisa is the highly emotional one and the prettiest with a personality that can sometimes be a little brash.  However, she’s unpredictable and I like that.  Dana, on the other hand, is quiet, doting, and mystically convinced, (though never spoken.) that I’m her future husband.  She is truly a “designing woman,” who is always planning “fun outings” to visit model homes and antique shops.  There is something about her that reminds me in a good way of my ex-wife.

It’s odd. Elana was the first woman since my divorce whom I felt a strong attraction.  Sometimes I felt like I was falling in love with her.   I wasn’t sure.  Right now, my head is muddled.  The good thing is that I have spoken no words that would indicate my commitment to anyone.  I realize that despite expectations,  I am a free agent.  I can go and come as I please. I decide to call Elana.  I wonder out loud if she’ll talk to me?

The next day I’m befuddled.  I sit with my head in my hands. After two hours on the phone with Elana last night, who told me she never wanted to see me again until I got my head on straight, I asked her to marry me.  I knew I loved her, as soon as I heard her voice.  I’ve been miserable this past month without her, and I didn’t know why.  I did not plan to propose to her.  It just happened. It caught me by surprise. I realize after I purged my soul, that she was all I could ever want in a woman.  I ended up spending my birthday with her.