I' m Your Man
Part 1. "All I Ever Wanted..."
It is late in the evening, and a beautiful black-haired woman walks down the street looking for a cab. She can't walk the long way home, and needs to get a lift fast. With all those maniacs around in New York, she has to be careful - mostly because she's drop dread beautiful. A lot of men love pretty women and she knows she can get whoever she wants.
About 5 minutes later a cab pulls over, and she gets in. The driver looks at her in the mirror, and it is o bvious that he likes what he sees. She just says where she is going, and the ride goes by without a word. He just lights a cigarette and keeps looking at her in the mirror. She is almost choking, the car is filled with smoke from the driver's cigarette and she considers asking him to open the window. But it seems as if he starts to think again all the sudden and opens the window. A fresh breeze fills the cab and she feels better. Mostly because the smoke is gone, but also because she can now see the man be hind the wheel. A very handsome man indeed. She starts to wonder about his cross earrings, and the eyes behind the dark glasses. Who is he? What is he like? What does his voice sound like? Will he ask her out? Will she say yes if he does?
He stops at the c orner of her apartment, and before she gets out of his car she gives him a card with her name and number along with the money. But what she doesn't know is that this guy already knows who she is. He knows her name, her number, what she does for a living, a nd where she lives. He is in love with her. He has from the first time he saw her, and that was six months ago when he saw he picture in a magazine. From that day he has collected clippings, pictures, everything where he can see her beautiful face. And w hen she just got into his cab he didn't know what to do. He couldn't speak, couldn't think, and couldn't do anything but smoke - even though he had quit a few months ago. Lucky for him, some passenger had left a pack of cigarettes earlier that day.
That night he lies in his bed with her picture in front of him and the card she left him in his right hand. He doesn't have the guts to dial the number; even though there is nothing else he wants more. He wants her to get to know him, get to know the silent, strange man behind the glasses and the low self-esteem. But she is too beautiful, too sexy, too... everything. He is nothing compared to her, he is just a cab driver, and she... she will probably be a supermodel in a few years from now. Why should she even consid er him as an option? Before he falls asleep, he thinks about the event earlier that evening, and makes up his mind; He will call her in the morning.
At the same time the next day he is there and waits for her to finish her job. She gets into the cab, and smiles at him. He tries to smile back, but it just turns out to be a silly grin. She finds it cute, and makes up her mind. It's eleven o'clock and his shift is done - she has done some research and knows that all he does after his working hours is done, is to go home to bed. Well, not this night. This night he will be in her bed - she knows she can persuade him, and deep inside she also knows she won't even have to ask. He will come along; it is j ust in the air. She can feel that he wants her, and her signals tells him that she is his if he wants her. And he does, he really does.
He stops the car outside the same building as the day before, but now he gets out of the car with her. She walks in front of him up the grey stairs to the door, and into a smelly elevator. They just stand there and look at each other from the 1st floor up to the 10th - the penthouse. They don't touch each other, but the tension is there; they both want to, but can't figure out why they are not all over each other. Maybe it is a question of decency...
As they enter her penthouse, she realises that they haven't had a conversation yet. She has just said where she lives, and he has just nodded. Maybe because he hasn't had the guts to ask her something or reveal his voice. After she has given it a thought, she jumps to the conclusion that it doesn't really matter at all. This is just a one-night-stand, and even though he won't realise it now, he will when she doesn't want to ta lk to him anymore. Like always. Men are always slow when it comes to this, but they get it when you talk straight from the heart. Hopefully this one will too, she thinks as he walks towards her until she stands with her back to the wall. There is no way o ut, and she likes it. He takes his sunglasses off, and the moment she looks into his dark, brown eyes, she is lost. And when he forgets his bad self-esteem and kisses her a way she's never been kissed before, she melts like ice in his arms. It reminds him of the first girl he ever went to bed with. They were both untouched, and she was very much like this girl who now was there in his arms \endash even though this girl most likely has more experience than he has now.
The man now sits in his cab on his way home. They never made it to bed, he had taken it for granted that she was as desperate after him as he was for her, and said that he wanted to slow down. Get to know each other. It was a great risk, but she agreed.
He sits in his bed and looks down himself. His naked body is rather slim and tanned, and covered with dark hair - the only prove that he is part Greek. Nothing else is too obvious, maybe except of the fact that he is too handsome and good looking to be English - which he claims to be. But everyone who cares to look twice sees that this guy isn't really a prototype of an English "handsome" guy. Like for instance Prince Charles. He is exotic, tall and gorgeous. Even though he doesn't know it himself, a lot of girls would just love to be in that supermodel's shoes as he kissed her just a few minutes ago. He has only had eyes for this attractive model for the last six months but little does he know about the girl next door who completely adores him. She is the average girl with the heart of gold, but is t oo afraid to show her feelings. Just to be able to spend some time around him, she sits up all night and listens to how much he loves this other girl, and now what they do together and his future plans. The fact that those plans don't include her brakes her bleeding heart. But of course, she is happy for him - as always.
A few days
have gone by, and "Mr. Cool Guy" is outside the open
door to his girl's studio. She is inside and talks to her
colleagues about the new man in her life. They're impressed that
she even talks about her new "boyfriend" , because no
one has ever heard her even use the word "boyfriend."
As if it has never been a part of her vocabulary until now.
Everyone is of course curious about this new, wonderful guy, and
she proudly announ ces that he is the kind of guy who wants to
get to know her before they go to bed. They cannot believe their
ears.
- Does that kind of guys really exist?
one of them asks. She nods confirming, and the
other girl shakes her head.
- I wouldn't believe it even if I saw it with my
own eyes. She doesn't answer; she just
smiles and knows that she is right.
And the man who waits for her outside with his lightened cigarette gets the confirmation he wants, and now he knows exactly how to play the game right. Not that he wants to fool around with her for no reason, because he loves her! But he doesn't want to get hurt either, like he has been so many times before. But now that she proves that she wants him just as much as he wants her, decides to go for it. Now everything can go only one direction - the right direction!