Pensive, I sat in the armchair in the conservatory of our house, enjoying one of the rare moments of silence and tranquility, and even rejoicing in life, as that day stole into my thoughts, which was to change my whole life, the day on which I was born woman of my dreams met. What is more, the woman of my unimagined dreams, for never would I have thought it possible, not dreamy, that such a being should walk on earth. In the course of my almost three decades of life, many very respectable women have crossed my path. Some of the noblest have literally thrown themselves at my neck, for, tall and well built, with dark hair and eyes, I am not unlike an Adonis. Or he me. In addition, I was successful, but was only at the beginning of my career. The only flaw that clouded the overall picture was my name. My name is Caspar, which had to do with one or the other vulgar joke. The ladies never bothered that luckily. On that day, I had just completed a particularly lucrative business and was lost in thought on the way home, still in doubt as to how this event could be duly celebrated. My phone rang.
„Hello Balthazar,“ I greeted my very best friend, „What’s
up?“
„Hello Caspar,“ he countered my
greeting, to immediately come to his request, „Listen, I have a problem.
One of my most important clients invited me to a soiree. As important as he is
to business, he is as impossible as a human being. Still, I have to go. You
understand that? „
„Of course, I understand that,“ I
confirmed. „But what does that have to do with me?“
„I’m allowed to take somebody along, so I
thought of you. Then it will be funny in spite of everything,“ he answered
succinctly. And so, we met two hours later at his client’s house.
About fifteen people populated the expansive
dining room, stood around in groups and held muted conversations. A very
strange mood that prevailed in this room. It was more like a funeral, than at a
soiree, but my good mood I did not let me take. Alone because I had to build
Balthazar. I was his rock in the surf. Then the host entered the room,
whereupon Balthazar pointed me out. A man, tall and broad like a bear, with a
thick beard and eyebrows. With a lot of hair on his face and on his head,
hardly anything could be seen from his face. Nevertheless, I immediately knew
what my friend meant when he spoke of how impossible he was as a human being.
„His name is Mandl, Melchior Mandl,“
Balthazar whispered to me.
„Now we’re finally complete, Caspar, Balthazar
and Melchior,“ I replied just as softly, struggling hard not to break into
a loud laugh. But only a moment later, the laughter died by itself. What’s
more, it stunned me and made me crazy because the door opened once more and she
entered the room. No, calling it „enter“ would be degrading to such a
supernatural creature. She floated angelically into the room. Immediately all
conversation stopped and all eyes were fixed on her. Everything around me
disappeared and it seemed to me that only there was more in the world. Her
blond hair surged over her narrow shoulders, her gentle blue eyes downcast like
that of a shy deer in the middle of a smooth face sitting on a slender neck.
Dainty was her physique, like the finest Chinese porcelain, crowned by
flawless, large, round breasts. I’m not ashamed to admit it, I fell for her
from that first moment. From now on she would forever dwell in my heart and
mind, the woman of my unimagined dreams, an angel who had descended from heaven
and lost herself in the depths of human dullness. What an aberration. For a
moment, she just lifted her long-eyed eyelids and her eyes hit me. And how it
met me. Balthazar had to hold me, otherwise I might have fainted.
„Pull yourself together!“ he whispered
to me unmistakably, „This is the wife of my client, Elisabetta
Mandl.“
„Elisabetta,“ I let the most beautiful
of all names melt on my tongue before I realized what Balthazar had said. This
most wonderful of women, this angel was married to this vile beast. What a
destiny.
Thank you for sharing!!.. 🙂
“While you’re busy looking for the perfect person, you’ll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy”. Author Unknown
Great sentence, and yes, that’s so true. You can’t press it, just be open and sensitve.