NOTE: This series chronicles the wishes Tina writes in the Wish Journal she received from her aunt when she turned 13. To better understand Tina's character, be sure to read her other wishes in chronological order. The wooden pendulum clock chimed ten o'clock when Tina walked through her front door. The winter's night had made everything seem so cold and dark. Kicking off her shoes with unnecessary force, Tina desperately tried not to cry in frustration. She threw her coat on the ground instead of hanging it on the back of the chair like she always did; like she was punishing it for not meeting her expectations. Tina pulled out a bottle of wine--she seemed to be spending more and more of her grocery budget on the stuff lately--and plopped down on the couch with a grunt. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner. Tina had been dating Henry for a year now. All signs led to the big question. It was a fancy restaurant and Tina dressed for the occasion. What had happened? she mused, taking a large gulp of the cheap Merlot. Henry's big announcement was that he was leaving for Japan. For work. He didn't even ask Tina to follow him, not that she would have... or would she? Henry was different. He held open doors, he had a great job, he owned his own house. He was supposed to be The One. Again, Tina let out an aggravated sigh and reached for the television remote, but stopped herself. With iron-clad decision and determination, she rose from the couch still in her best dress and pantyhose. She turned the corner to her dark bedroom and appeared a minute later, fingering the pages of a book. No, not a book; the Wish Journal. For the first time Tina found the book instead of waiting for it to find her. Sure, it was a silly childhood pastime, but right now it was all she had in terms of hope. Wish #14: I wish to meet my soulmate and fall in love. I wish I would meet my soulmate and we'd fall in love and live happily ever after and soon. I wish I met a man who had a full time job, lived in his own place, and had never been to jail. I want to meet a gentleman who respects me. One who treats the waiters with respect and tips more than 5%. I wish I met the man of my dreams who loves me more than I love myself... way more than I love myself.
I wish such a man exists and we find each other at work, on lunch at the corner bistro, or at the coffeeshop, or, heck, I'll even go hiking on the weekend if that's where he will be. I'm so tired of being alone. I'm tired of fighting for the hope--the dream--that it will ever happen. I wish love found me.
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