Affair with an Alien
Chapter One
Life had always been pretty good to me. I didn’t have any major regret. I grew up in a traditional Southern family with strong American values that still runs in my veins. I also wanted to study art and after graduating from Texas University, I found a fulfilling job in Boston. Yes, it was pretty far from my roots and my home, but the job was highly satisfying and kept me going to strive for excellence. I am one of those few lucky people in this world who wake up every morning and can’t wait to go to work. Monday morning blues have always been a hoax to me.
It didn’t matter if I had a great job, doing well with my career, dating a lot of wrong men and fighting the world on a daily basis, but deep down I was still the same Southern girl who wanted to go back home. I believe I will always be the same girl – my daddy’s little princess. My daddy has always told me that I am a princess and that a knight in shining armor will soon come, riding a big white horse to sweep me out.
When I was a kid, I strongly used to believe in the fairy tale happily ever after myth. As I grew old, I realized that love was as real as Santa Claus. Don’t get me wrong! There is a part of me who still believes in the existence of love, unicorns, and double ended rainbows. But, then I also know that true love doesn’t exist in this world anymore.
I have dated a lot of guys in the past. I am not very happy and proud to admit that I must have been to more than hundred “first dates”. Despite all these first dates, there were only a handful of them who turned out to be a “second date” material. Nevertheless, you can get the picture, right? It never progressed beyond a couple of dates. I never had a relationship – no high school romance, no long distance commitment, no college epic love story. Nothing.
I was just an average girl, living an average life.
My friends have always told me that I have very high expectations from the people around me and that my checklist is too stringent.
“No men can pass that list, Sophia!”
“You are going to die alone with ninety cats, licking your face on your couch, Sophia!”
“Should I ask your sister to fix you up with one of her friends, Sophia?”
“I am sure that your perfect fit doesn’t exist in this world!”
My friends and family would say some of the above statements, invading my personal life. Often, I would tell them that I wanted to concentrate on my career and that if it is meant to be, it will be!
Sometimes, I believed that they were right. That I would die alone with some ninety cats and a lonely house. That I had very high expectations of the men of our community. That my perfect soul mate didn’t exist in this world and God would send him soon from the outer space. I believed I just had to keep waiting then, wishing on the next UFO!
Chapter Two
I love beaches!
The fresh wind ruining my messy hair and untangling them without any force, the soft sand pressing between my toes and finding its way inside my nails, the sound of the ocean waves hitting the land in passion. I have always fantasized about beaches and how beautiful they have always been. Some of my best memories have been associated with beaches and whenever a part of me misses my hometown, I used to come to the nearby beaches to remember the old days.
It was just like any other Saturday night. I was sitting alone on a beach near the outskirts of the city. I drove a long way to find one of the loneliest beaches around and sat there to find some solace. I have always loved sitting alone on a beach and floating with the moment, letting time pass me by like a beautiful tide.
The sun was looking beautiful, setting down at the horizon and painting a breathtakingly beautiful picture. I felt the ocean waves kissing my legs with passion and closed my eyes to take that moment in, as much as I could.
I stayed there for the next couple of minutes until the sun entirely sat leaving
Chapter One
Life had always been pretty good to me. I didn’t have any major regret. I grew up in a traditional Southern family with strong American values that still runs in my veins. I also wanted to study art and after graduating from Texas University, I found a fulfilling job in Boston. Yes, it was pretty far from my roots and my home, but the job was highly satisfying and kept me going to strive for excellence. I am one of those few lucky people in this world who wake up every morning and can’t wait to go to work. Monday morning blues have always been a hoax to me.
It didn’t matter if I had a great job, doing well with my career, dating a lot of wrong men and fighting the world on a daily basis, but deep down I was still the same Southern girl who wanted to go back home. I believe I will always be the same girl – my daddy’s little princess. My daddy has always told me that I am a princess and that a knight in shining armor will soon come, riding a big white horse to sweep me out.
When I was a kid, I strongly used to believe in the fairy tale happily ever after myth. As I grew old, I realized that love was as real as Santa Claus. Don’t get me wrong! There is a part of me who still believes in the existence of love, unicorns, and double ended rainbows. But, then I also know that true love doesn’t exist in this world anymore.
I have dated a lot of guys in the past. I am not very happy and proud to admit that I must have been to more than hundred “first dates”. Despite all these first dates, there were only a handful of them who turned out to be a “second date” material. Nevertheless, you can get the picture, right? It never progressed beyond a couple of dates. I never had a relationship – no high school romance, no long distance commitment, no college epic love story. Nothing.
I was just an average girl, living an average life.
My friends have always told me that I have very high expectations from the people around me and that my checklist is too stringent.
“No men can pass that list, Sophia!”
“You are going to die alone with ninety cats, licking your face on your couch, Sophia!”
“Should I ask your sister to fix you up with one of her friends, Sophia?”
“I am sure that your perfect fit doesn’t exist in this world!”
My friends and family would say some of the above statements, invading my personal life. Often, I would tell them that I wanted to concentrate on my career and that if it is meant to be, it will be!
Sometimes, I believed that they were right. That I would die alone with some ninety cats and a lonely house. That I had very high expectations of the men of our community. That my perfect soul mate didn’t exist in this world and God would send him soon from the outer space. I believed I just had to keep waiting then, wishing on the next UFO!
Chapter Two
I love beaches!
The fresh wind ruining my messy hair and untangling them without any force, the soft sand pressing between my toes and finding its way inside my nails, the sound of the ocean waves hitting the land in passion. I have always fantasized about beaches and how beautiful they have always been. Some of my best memories have been associated with beaches and whenever a part of me misses my hometown, I used to come to the nearby beaches to remember the old days.
It was just like any other Saturday night. I was sitting alone on a beach near the outskirts of the city. I drove a long way to find one of the loneliest beaches around and sat there to find some solace. I have always loved sitting alone on a beach and floating with the moment, letting time pass me by like a beautiful tide.
The sun was looking beautiful, setting down at the horizon and painting a breathtakingly beautiful picture. I felt the ocean waves kissing my legs with passion and closed my eyes to take that moment in, as much as I could.
I stayed there for the next couple of minutes until the sun entirely sat leaving
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