Meagan Brewer, EverCaptivating [best fantasy books to read .txt] 📗

it at that. I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him.

M.B.

Saturday, January 30th, 2010

I’m getting ready for this blind date, but I’ve been calling Charlie and he hasn’t answered his phone. He might be working late, but then, I know he would call me back. Maybe, he’s on a date and I am ruining it for him, so he put his phone on silent. I wonder if the hot executive from the office caught onto his game and was making his life a living hell. She may be a psycho-revenge seeking executive, ready with rabbit in hand like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction and these days, you never know.

Well, it’s almost time to meet my blind date and my nerves are starting to center their force in the pit of my stomach. Only this time they’re nerves of excitement.
M.B.

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Perfection! That is the word for last night. I could kiss a frog today and I do believe he would turn into a prince. I am so ecstatic about John Stanley. I could be Meagan Stanley. It sounds like a ranch girl name, but Mrs. Stanley is somewhat stately. Oh, dear diary! How trite that saying is, but how fitting it is today. Let this entry be a testament that there is hope in the world for a girl like me to find a truly wonderful man.

John spoke of his huge family with warmth. He talked of himself with humility and listened when I spoke. We have loads in common as far as music and movies, except he doesn’t like black and white films, but I can make do. John is also an avid hiker and nature enthusiast.
I like to walk outside… maybe just as far as my mailbox and back to my front door. It’s the bugs. I hate mosquitoes. In addition, I’m not too fond of wild creatures like raccoons and possums because they freak me out. John could protect me from wild beasts though.

John's gorgeous too, I keep picturing the way his gray v-neck sweater hugged his broad chest. His light brown hair was perfectly styled, neatly feathered on each side with a soft wave over his forehead that fell naturally to the right, very GQ. He facial features reminded me of Clark Kent and I imagined him in a red cape and tight blue suit. He would make a perfect Superman and I’d be his Lois Lane…

One of the many features that made last night magical for me was his blue eyes, they are pools stars dance in, and I felt as if I were in a dream. Oh, I feel like a princess in a fairytale…

Even the kiss was perfectly sweet…so sweet that I couldn’t think straight for fifteen minutes after he left.

M.B.

Monday, February 1st, 2010

Today, I told the girls about the date from heaven and they are ecstatic for me. After last night, my whole outlook has changed; everything seems more colorful and brilliant. It’s such a relief to have something good to look forward to and I’m walking on clouds! I wish Charlie were around today so that I could tell him. I hope my phone calls didn’t cause trouble or that he was able to survive the rabbit killer executive.

Side Note: Kristy announced that she is officially dating the guy (Josh) she picked up from the bar the other night. Terra is talking to her ex-boyfriend again, The Married Guy. She always falls for his sweet talk and ends up hurt. He has a kid too, but she still doesn’t see why it won’t ever work, no matter how many times he strings her along or how many times we tell her, it’s never going to go anywhere, she goes back. She’ll see one day and until then, Kristy and I are here for her no matter what.

Date time! Please do not say anything stupid… stay Mr. Perfect.

M.B.

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

Johnny was so sweet last night. He give me a bouquet of flowers when he picked me up, took me to dinner, and then we caught a show in Hollywood. We talked about all kinds of things at dinner; I was impressed with his focus and drive at work. The whole night was perfect, he said all the right things, opened doors for me, guided me with his hand on the small of my back, and made me feel as if I were someone special, someone important, and he was proud to have me with him.

I would have slept with him, but I remembered what Charlie once said about making a guy wait a little while, and his side note on the matter was that I shouldn’t wait too long or he would lose interest. I hope it works with Johnny because I think I am seeing a future with him.

I can envision a white picket fence and our children playing in the yard with our dog whose name is Happy. At the Humane Society, we found his sad little face impossible not to love. Our house is in the suburbs, we have the kindest neighbors, and we hang out with them on the weekends. I run to and from soccer practices and ballet recitals before I make dinner for Johnny and finally we spent our quiet time making love to each other.

Bliss with Mr. Perfect!

M.B.

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

Still walking on clouds today and I feel even more elated because Charlie is alive! He has been so busy with a project that I haven’t seen him since my first date with Johnny. I also found out he had to play hookey the other day to hide from the hot executive because she found out he was talking to other women and by found, I mean snooped. She looked through his cell phone and confronted him about all the calls. Even mine. Ha! Drama!

It didn’t matter to him because he was going to break it off soon anyway. With a bit of annoyance at the edge of his eyes he admitted to parking his car in the next parking lot across from our office just to be safe.

Never-ever… ever-ever

, date someone in the office.

Well, I have to get ready for my third date with Johnny, more to come.

M.B.

Sunday, February 19th, 2010

I’ve been too busy with Johnny to write much lately. We are so right for each other! Everyday seems to hurt with the happiness of it. We have a rhythm; we meet practically every night at my place for dinner and watch our favorite shows.

I didn’t wait; I couldn’t keep myself from waiting to sleep with him. On our third date, I folded to his charm… and those blue eyes. There is never a disappointing moment with him.

Tonight, I have time to write because he’s working late. He called me last minute to cancel our plans and I didn’t feel like going anywhere.

I haven’t talked to Charlie as much, but I have been so consumed with Johnny that I don’t seem to have time. Last time we spoke, he was still playing the field as much as ever. Luckily, for him, the hot executive didn’t give him grief at work because she was more frightened that he would spread her ‘secret sexual cravings’ around the office. He was parking in our car lot again. He admitted that I was right about not dating someone at work. I gloated for a minute or two by popping a mint chocolate in my mouth, refusing him a single piece.

M.B.

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Two months of bliss and now this… Johnny has been working late (the past two weeks, three days and even both weekends, not that I’m counting) and he doesn’t text me as he used too. When before he would send me the sweetest texts about how he missed me or how beautiful I was, or how he couldn’t wait to see me.

Before he started working so late, things felt like they were getting serious, we talked about vacationing together, and once he sent a text stating he thought we should live together. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t and I know I should want it more than anything because he is my Mr. Perfect. You would think that after two months I would have seen his place by now though. He says it’s because he lives too far north of the city and that it makes more since to meet at my place, but there is something fishy about how he says it. I feel like there is a part of his life I’m missing and I don’t know what it is.

His text about having to work late and being too busy to call because he was swamped with meetings and project deadlines were killing me. He was so perfect when we first started dating and now I feel distant from him, even alienated from his life. This working late and never letting me come by his place is grating my insides. I talked to Charlie about Johnny and he told me to lay low, but that’s easier said than done.

I don’t get it, all the romance a woman could ever want and then all these excuses why he cannot see me. It’s not something you can easily ignore. Not for me. I’ll give him a few more days before I call him.

M.B.

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

I’ve allowed this to fester for too long and I have to get this off my chest. After all our time together to be dropped like an old hat and forgotten is not how you love someone. He hasn’t said that loves me and I refuse to be the first on pure principal, but I do think I love Johnny and that he might love me, too. Only his behavior lately is making me think I’m a stupid girl.

I want to be with someone that loves me the way that I am. Is it so much to ask for a guy that will be there for me, wants to spend time with me, and not only for sex. Can I just find a man that wants to have an adult relationship?
Maybe I’m asking too much, maybe I won’t find Mr. Right or Mr. Acceptable. Maybe my only alternatives are Mr. Sometimes or Mr. Maybe because Mr. Perfect is turning into Mr. Pointless.
M.B.

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

I called Johnny, but he didn’t answer, okay I called him twenty times, but if he had answered, I wouldn’t have called that many times!

I hate men! I hate how they make me feel. I hate how they take and never give. I. AM. A. FOOL! Why do the guys I date not want to be with me? What is wrong with me? I want to give all of myself to someone, but there is not one person worth giving myself to and it feels as if I’ll never find him. Maybe I’m not the marrying type and men see it the second I walk into a room, as if I have it tattooed on my forehead. I imagine that I must look like a Miss Tonight or Miss Worth-a-Go, but not Miss Dream Girl or Miss I-Can’t-Live-Without-You. Maybe I never will be… and I only want to be.

I need some movie time and a bottle of wine. I think I’ll call Charlie and see if he