Love.s wardrobe

The list

That night I couldn’t sleep, I went looking all over my old diaries because I knew I had somewhere a list with the perfect boy, but I couldn’t find it. So I started a new one: He needed to be handsome, funny, with money, and why not, famous? Who would I pick? I really liked Beckham style, Tatum body and dancing, Hemsworth ( both of them ) and the list went on…

That day I was really distracted, at work I could not focus in any tasks I was given. Working in an office wasn’t that fun and anyhow… I couldn’t care less, my life will start soon once I met Mr Right! I was really looking forward for it.

On my way home the bus was slower than ever, or at least it felt like that, and I couldn’t wait to run upstairs to my apartment. It was a real disappointment when I found there was no one waiting there, neither a note nor package. I went in and started walking all over the place not being able to settle.

Suddenly the bell rang and I jumped to the interphone, I opened the door without checking who it was and went out to the stairs to see who was coming.

A short lady with a wobbly walk was coming upstairs, surely it wasn’t her the one sent to help me! But as she stopped on my floor and turned to my apartment door I realised she was. At a second glance she was a normal lady, she wouldn’t be called gorgeous but she was pretty on her own way. She was wearing a nice sui and her hair was pulled back in a loose tail that made her look professional but confortable on her shoes.

“You must be Rose” She guessed

“Yes I am, nice to meet you, would you like to come inside?” I offered, suddenly realising that with all the excitement I didn’t cleaned the studio and it looked fairly bad.

“That would be wonderful, nice little place, really cosy” She inspected the place and seemed pleased enough. “ Ok darling let’s get into our job here! You want to sign with us isn’t it? I know I is, otherwise I won’t be here” She smiled pleased of her own joke “ I guess you had a look at the T’s and C’s didn’t you?”

“Indeed” I lied, partially… since I had a quick look at them so that should count somehow.

“Ok so here is the paperwork you need to sign agreeing to it and then we will get into doing the list” I got the documents and was signed. “perfect, so the way we work is you get assigned a counsellor, in your case me, and we work together through the forms to get you Mr Right. Once completed he will get in your way in 3-5 working days and you will know it, at the end you requested him. The first period I called the passion period, 4 weeks were you work out if this is for you or not at all, if all goes well you have up to a total of 5 months to go on with your relationship and at the end of that time he is THE ONE and no more amendments are required well them you update me and job done.”

I couldn’t believe it, still sounded much like a joke, like madness, but Lilly said to trust so, lets trust. “Ok I am ready! Let’s get him done!”

“Oh sweetheart!” she chuckled “we called it, let get him selected, it is like when you open your wardrobe to get ready for an important date, you don’t make the outfit ,you just combine the things you like and you know fit you well and then you wear it. This is really important, you might think, following with the analogy, that a white tank top is gorgeous and you might love it but maybe,  when you wear it this doesn’t fit your skin tone. It is important that you remember this, since sometimes we live in our fantasies and those would work for a short-term romance but we know deep down will never last much.”

She was really serious about that point and it made me doubt. “ What are the restrictions?” I enquired

“You mean… guys type-wise? Well you need to select from someone that is not already out there, meaning, yes we all want Brat Pitt but he has already a family and history and this is not about that, this is about selecting exactly what works for you.”

“Ok I am ready!” I checked the papers, first page of character, second page of look, third page of hobbies/likes fourth page of extras, such as rich/ foreigner… I was sure what I needed! I wanted someone adventurous who would drive me up and down to know the world, who would also have enough money to afford it, and who would drive me mad in bed and make me feel like the most amazing woman on earth. “What about the things I don’t care about, as hair colour or feet size?” I asked, finding the formulary really detailed and funny.

“Well in that case leave it blank, it means we will surprise you” she said please “ but please be clear with hobbies, character, things you really cannot stand, and work/life balance. I can see you selected an adventurous type, if you have anything you don’t really fancy please put that in observations”.

I was pleased with my selection, I also selected that he was hot and no from work… it sounded so so fun I couldn’t wait. I handed back the documents to the lady. “ I am sorry but I don’t know your name” I pointed out.

“Ruby, like the gem” She smiled back at me taking the documents “That is great, I will get into work and you will soon meet him. In your contract you have your user number, if you need to contact us through Venus please use that number and we will get back in contact with you ASAP. 4 weeks from the day you met I will contact you to check how is it going and if we go to the next phase.  Enjoy it!”

She left my place and I felt even more nervous, I could even feel butterflies in my stomach and I hadn’t even met him. I had a glance in the mirror and... oh s**t! I needed to get ready! Hair done, epilated, teeth whitening might not be a bad idea… I had some days but will need to work on it quick.