Serendipitous

This isn't necessarily a failed date, but rather, a failed interaction with a male. One that only I, of all people, would have. So this counts.

As aforementioned, I have a lot of hair. One long, thick mane. I may have been a horse in a previous lifetime.

A few days ago, I was running to catch a bus and the city was undergoing a downpour. Upon seeing the bus I needed to take, I made a dash for it, but not before noticing a tall, gorgeous man under an umbrella, making eye contact with me. At that moment, I entertained a myriad of romantic possibilities in my head, and they were accelerating at rapid speeds. I thought of everything from our first date, to our Bollywood wedding, to our future mixed-race (or as I refer to it: milk chocolate) children. Upon returning eye contact while passing, I failed to notice anything else around me: including the spoke on his umbrella that got caught in my hair, and sent me ricocheting backwards into him.

His reaction (clearly dumbfounded):
"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

My reaction (while staring into his lovely, dark eyes):
"I'm sorry too!" I cried. "Although, I don't know why. Sorry. There's my bus, I've got to run! See you again!"

And so, I ran.

Chances are I may never see him again. But one can always hope that moments like these will happen again. And I can bet you, this sort of thing will happen to me at least once more. Let's just hope it's with another handsome fellow.