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I plopped on the couch in my friend’s Miracle Mile condo, thumbing through a stack of magazines for things to do in Chicago. As luck would have it, the July cover story of Chicago Magazine was the 2014 Most Eligible Singles list.
Naturally, I scoured the spread for any potentials that tickled my fancy.
One named Calid (I’m a sucker for names and this one I loved) caught my eye.
A dark-skinned, digital strategist flaunting a fedora; this bachelor was looking for “an ambitious woman who is willing to laugh at his corny jokes.” Here’s his photo from the magazine.
With 24 hours and nothing to lose, I grabbed my laptop sensing an opportunity and emailed him…
Ladies and Gents, that’s what you call a love jump!
When an eligible bachelor is staring you in the face– or, er.. um his photo in a magazine is staring at you—you go for it. You reach out!
Well, Chicago’s most eligible bachelor didn’t want to meet this most eligible bachelorette so I decided to take myself on a date.
While on my romantic, summer afternoon bike ride through Chicago’s Grant Park I stumbled upon a sea of people struttin’ their stuff in the middle of the city. Turns out it was the Chicago Summer Dance Party, a free public dance party inspiring couples and strangers a like to shake their groove thang.
I wanted to jump in but for some reason I didn’t. Instead of capturing the moment, I caved.
I sat sulking, complaining to a girlfriend on the phone about what could be–me and the LOML (love of my life) dancing cheek to cheek in Chicago streets.
Instead, I should have been focusing on the love jump happening right in front of me! An opportunity to spin with a stranger who just might be the MOMD (man of my dreams).
A gorgeous, dark-as-night man rode by, stopped, introduced himself and asked if I danced.
And in an epic amateur move, I said no.
No. *slaps forehead*
What do you mean no, Krystal? (talking to myself here)
I don’t know what I was thinking.
Actually, I do. I wasn’t!
When handsome, dark as night man asks you to dance, you don’t say no.
You foxtrot, you waltz, you spin, you twirl…you do the freakin’ butterfly if you have to.