When Hannibal walked in the room, it’s like the world went into slow motion – everyone would stop to look, admiring his complete and unmistakable hotness. The skies would part and a ray of sunshine would reflect off of his sexy skin while the angels sang their praises. 6’3”, 245 of pure silky chocolate. He really was the shiznit, the cat’s meow, all that and a bag of chips. Did I ever really think I had a chance with him? Not really…but I managed not to cry when I heard he had a daughter and realized that he had blessed another woman (who wasn’t me) with his man seed.
Maybe I’m being a little dramatic (that’s never happened before) – just trying to give a little background. So imagine my surprise when Hannibal joined me in my dream last night. He was still hot as ever! And before I knew it, he was asking me out on a date. A date with Hannibal? Are you kidding me?? And in my dream, I was excited, I had butterflies and even while still talking to him, I was already planning my outfit. Sexy, not slutty. Comfortable, yet stunning. And yes, I even wondered if I’d need to wear something easily removable (not that I’m that type of girl!)
But then I heard something off in the distance. It was a song – and an R Kelly song at that. But not a Your Body’s Callin’ song like I’d want to hear while spending time with Hannibal, but a different song. And with each note of the song, Hannibal got further and further away as my attention was drawn to my phone on the nightstand. Oh, the joys of still having a job and getting 2am phone calls to tell me there was an error in our automated reports. And just like that, Hannibal was gone.
After I got up and fixed the reports, realizing I only had another 30 minutes to sleep before the alarm sounds anyway, I started thinking back to Hannibal. Why would I tell myself that I could never be in a relationship with Hannibal? I could! I’m cute and smart and nice and cute! I deserve a guy who gives me butterflies and makes my world stop when he walks in the room. Of course he needs to be more than just hot, but intelligent and genuine and loving too. But those are givens – even for an ugly guy. There is nothing to say that I couldn’t end up with a Hannibal – except me. I’m the only one denying the possibility.
Most people say that at my age, we’ve been through a lot of adversities, so we’ve all got baggage. Maybe it’s not baggage – maybe it’s the experiences we needed to make us who we are today – stronger and more sure of what we want and who we truly are. So maybe there is a reason for the hard times and maybe there is a reason that Hannibal was there last night – to remind me of the butterflies. I was starting to lose hope that I could ever feel that again, but now I remember, all it takes is one person – THE RIGHT PERSON – and those butterflies be flapping their wings once again. Until then, no amount of kicking the caterpillar shells or poking or prodding will make the butterflies happen any faster. You just have to show them a little light and a little love and they’ll be there when they’re ready.
