He’s Not My Type: A Love Story (Part One)

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He’s not my type, the smallest bridesmaid thought to herself when the tallest groomsman stepped into the limo bus.  Her pulse quickened as he walked past the other empty seats to approach her in the back.  When the groomsman sat down in the seat beside her, she was very aware of his broad shoulder brushing against her bare one.

He’s not my type, the bridesmaid thought, casting a sidelong glance at him.  She shivered slightly in the black dress and pulled her flimsy wrap around herself.  The groomsman bore no resemblance to her ideal man.  His hair was too dark, his eyes weren’t blue, and he was too tall for her.  But she thought that he looked very handsome in his tuxedo.

He’s not my type, she thought, when his hazel eyes met her brown ones.  He smiled shyly at her and offered to hold the large veggie tray that was balanced precariously on her lap.  She gratefully accepted his help.  The groomsman wasn’t outgoing, but the bridesmaid found his calm demeanor strangely soothing.  They made small talk as the limo drove them around town for wedding pictures.

He’s not my type, the bridesmaid thought, as she entered the reception hall on the arm of the groomsman.  To her disappointment, they parted ways at dinner.  The groomsman was seated at a different table.  A small bubble of joy rose within her when he smiled at her from across the dance floor.  For a few seconds, time stood still.  The bridesmaid didn’t realize it, but her world shifted in that moment.

He’s not my type, the bridesmaid thought, when she agreed to meet him for a drink after the reception.  After helping the bride to clean up a few things in the reception room, she went back to her room to change.  Meeting the groomsman wasn’t a good idea.  The timing was all wrong.  She was already juggling work, school and her mother’s illness.  There was no room for anything else in her life.

He’s not my type, the bridesmaid thought, as she walked into the hotel bar.  To her chagrin, she found the groomsman talking with another girl.  With flaming cheeks, the bridesmaid contemplated leaving.  But some unknown force propelled her towards the pair.  “Am I interrupting anything?” the bridesmaid asked, raising one dark eyebrow.  The other girl took one look at the small, scowling bridesmaid and disappeared.

He’s not my type, she thought, when the groomsman smiled at her.  The bridesmaid was embarrassingly happy when he told her, “I didn’t think you were coming, but I’m glad you’re here.”  They walked back to the empty reception room and sat across from a large window overlooking the hotel garden.  Conversation flowed smoothly, but there was a momentary lull as they sipped their drinks.  As the groomsman looked out the window, the bridesmaid studied his profile.  Her heart fluttered as she experienced one singular moment of life-changing insight.

I could spend the rest of my life with you.

He’s not my type, the bridesmaid panicked, immediately dismissing the thought as absurd.  But she told him that it would be nice to see him again when they returned home.  She was disappointed when he didn’t respond by asking for her phone number.  They parted company without plans to see each other again.

He’s not my type, she told herself as walked back to her room.  Her shoulders were slumped in disappointment.  It didn’t matter that once her head hit the pillow, she dreamed of a life with him.  The whole situation was ridiculous.  She was just tired and stressed.

He’s not my type, she told herself the next morning when she woke up and realized that she had fallen in love with the tall groomsman.

TO THE READER:  If you want to find out what happens next, here is Let It Go:  A Love Story (Part Two).  Thank you for reading!

Have you ever fallen in love with a stranger?  Did it work out or do you still wonder about that person?  Please share your story!  I love to hear them!

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