Mood Swinger

I woke up in a bad mood.
I have a sore throat, a stuffed nose and worst of all I have to go to work.

Naturally, idiot drivers who infest the road to office did not help at all.
I parked and my mood was even darker.

In line, waiting to order my small hot coca, and under the shades of my dark glasses, I checked out the good specimen waiting for its turn in front of me.

Really tall, thin and fit, board shoulders, nicely trimmed goatee, and dark hair, and a dark suit that looked like the perfect package. A rare specimen indeed.

Mr. Rare reached the top of line and instead of ordering, he looked at me, smiled (nice teeth!!), and said “you go ahead first”.
HA??! WHAT?!! A courteous man?!!! Am I still in bed dreaming?!!

Trying to conceal my surprise and excitement, I declined and told him to go ahead and order. He smiled again and insisted!! I smiled back, thanked him and ordered.

Sipping my cup of hot coca while riding the lift to the office, I was in a much better mood. My hope in men may be resurrected if I meet such rare specimens on a frequent basis.

But as I walked into the office, I thought more about it. A perfect body with perfect manners mean a perfect man.
?!!!!?!??

Damn those Martians, they are everywhere now!!