The passion to go to the theater has been with you since childhood, even though this form of art was persistently imposed on you. But you didn't complain. On the contrary, the performances were mesmerizing, and dressing up in the evenings in that very memorial in the busy city was a pleasure! No one asked you out, not even a speech about the art of ballet or theater did not come up on dates.

And your favorite play was Sleeping Beauty. You could swear you could go to that show every day. To sit at the very top of the huge auditorium and watch through small binoculars as the ballerinas smoothly twirled and played their part at the same time. That would have been okay, but this time you decided to get a third row ticket. Your dress was gorgeous, with an open back and shoulders, and the short jacket and pearl jewelry only made the look better. It seemed like you would dazzle another man, even a busy man.

However it didn't. Just a couple months ago, you saw a man with blond hair color, tall and in a strict suit, sit almost in the middle of the front row. Your heart sank. You thought he was alone, but he was with a companion. Your life would never be the same. You felt mentally and physically weak. And he was still with her, didn't know how it happened, but you won’t keep waiting. You out of door.

Boys blowing up your phone. But they’re just ain’t him. And you're meant to be on your own, like a free-flying bird. You fantasize about him all the time, if he was yours. You'd give him nine-to-five and five to nine. Cherish him, and someone like him is bound to be yours. You try to behave, to be a good girl, but you feel something that just ain’t you. Your Christmas present could be him coming up to you, asking for a number from a beautiful lady like you.