Oh, how nerdy he was. She’d watched him from a distance in the book shop as he clumsily tried to take yet another book from the “Love & Relationships: Self-Help”-shelf. Sitting in the corner, drinking her skinny Chai-Latte, she couldn’t help but giggle. As he struggled more and more with carrying his large assortment of books about “How to find the perfect woman”, or “Marriage psychology for beginners” she decided to walk over to him and offer some help. And of course, just when she was right behind him, he had to turn around, trip over his own feet, knock her drink out of her hand and all over her fancy, white dress. So that’s what you get for trying to be friendly, she thought.
They told this story of their first meeting at numerous dinner parties. Especially Anne’s now- parents-in-law loved this story. They were over joyous about their son marrying her. And guess how glad they were about their first grandchild! And the second one. And the third one, too. Maybe they had just never expected their nestling, their shy little kid, their chemistry student, to actually find a woman willing to be with him, at all. But Anne really loved him. Although Paul most definitely wasn’t her “preference prey”, he’d still intrigued her with his weird hair-cut and geeky way of talking. She didn’t mind tossing her dreams about an acting career in the trash and settling down in the suburbs with him and the children. She’d be an awesome mum to her kids and a perfect wife for her husband. They were even planning to get a dog, or a cat, because their youngest daughter Lilly really loved animals. Maybe for her next birthday? She would absolu…
KNOCK, KNOCK!
“Anne? Are you sleeping? What the… it’s the last show tonight and the star-actress is sleeping, hahaha, I can’t believe it!”
She woke up on the couch in her dressing room. “Oh god, Richard, I was dreaming that I’m still with that idiot Paul and we even had three kids, can you imagine?? What a nightmare. Did the play start already? Am I running late?”
“No, it’s all right; you’ve got a couple of minutes to get ready. As if anybody cares about the play, anyway, they just wanna see you, darling, so of course we’re not going to start without you.”
Anne got up from the couch and went over to the mirror to refresh her makeup once more. This last performance tonight, and then it’s off to New York for a holiday with Richard. This was exactly the jet-set live she was always hoping to live one day! All her college friends, stuck at home with their snotty brats now, surely envy her when they saw her on the magazine covers. She was so glad she hadn’t become one of those unsatisfied all-American housewives.
And yet, even after the performance and the holiday, that dream about Paul kept on running through her head again and again…
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