The Joke's On Me

Okay. This is still along the guy-in-green-after-the-50th-red-volkswagen. Another category would be finding-my-soulmate.

I would have settled with David. I mean, since the whole thing is basically a whimsical nonsense, I might as well settle on the guy-of-my-dreams type. David fits the role almost to perfection although the only thing I know about him is that he teaches piano and soccer to orphans.

But then, it wasn't a sure thing because his t-shirt was a murky greenish-brownish color and I can't quite tell who talked to who first. But I have set my heart on him being my soulmate. However...

I breezed into the the classroom for our lecture and settled myself in my usual seat near the front. The doctor who was going to do the lecture asked me if we were section A and I replied in the affirmative. Twenty minutes into his discussion, it suddenly struck me with blinding clarity that he was wearing a GREEN polo shirt... an undeniably GREEN polo shirt. And yeah, he talked to me first.

I was horrified. And at the same time, the irony of it didn't escape me.

How could I have not noticed??? But the thing is, I really didn't. The fact that he was in green, for some reason, did not register in my head. Was I too confident in having found David?

After going to great lengths in avoiding every single green-shirted guy, this is what happens. The joke's on me.

Okay. So the fact that the guy is a cardiothoracic surgeon didn't escape my notice, especially since that's the field I want to go into. It also didn't escape my notice that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring and that he was in his thirties.

But... he wasn't my dream guy. Didn't even come close. Besides, he could have been married and had kids for all I know.

My friend and I laughed our heads off afterwards. The whole thing was rather comical.

So that's it. But I'm still stubbornly sticking to wishful hopes of half-European kids with curly brown hair.