A year after My Tom Hanks Moment...

So... I had been kicking myself for a few weeks about not talking to Mr. Soccer when I had the chance... At one point I even got his brother's phone number, but I felt stupid to call. What could I possibly say without making a fool of myself?
"Hi, you don't know me, but I have a question for you. What if YOU were on a plane and met Halle Berry; the woman of your dreams. You had eye contact with her for about 3 hours and she was definitely checking you out too... But all this time you were afraid to approach her.
Now, a few weeks later, somebody gives you Halle's sister's phone number. Would you call her?"
And if he would say that he would, I'd tell him MY story about his brother.

But I didn't do it. I decided to let it go... And learn my lesson for the future. Cuz THAT will never happen to me again. No way!

A year passed and Mr. Soccer would still pop into my mind from time to time... I'd still get that butterfly feeling everytime he was on the news, but what can you do, right?

Until, all of a sudden I "found" (ok, I searched for) him on a Dutch website, much like MySpace. "No way! NO WAY!!!" I jumped for joy. My fairytale could still come true! But how would I approach him now, a year later? I'm sure by now he would have forgotten all about that blond girl he met on a plane in Spain a year ago. As a professional soccer player, wouldn't he be on a plane every week? How many blond girls is that in a year?!

But I decided this was the one chance I would not pass up. So I sent him the story I wrote about meeting him; "My Tom Hanks Moment". The same one you previously read, posted below this one. I thought that entailed everything I wanted to tell him, in it's purest form.

My heart was racing as I hit "Sent", but just a few minutes later he responded to me! He said he loved the story and asked if I ever thought about becoming a writer. And get this: He also said that he remembered me!!!

Of course, I didn't buy that. But it was nice of him to say, wasn't it?

We sent a few emails back and forth and he asked me for my phone number. He was still playing soccer abroad and wanted to call me to "see what I was all about"... I was SOOO ecstatic! Finally, a year later, I had reached my goal! My dream was coming true after all! I couldn't believe it.

Not even 5 minutes after I sent the email with my phone number HE CALLED!
I didn't expect his phone call THAT soon! Which was a good thing, cuz now I didn't even have time to get nervous...
But it turned out there really was no need for nerves; we had a very relaxed conversation for about an hour...

And to my surprise, he really DID remember me! He even remembered what my aunt and uncle (whom he thought were my parents) looked like and what I was wearing on the plane that day. CRAZYYY!!!

After that first initial phone call he called me every night. Long distance! And we sometimes talked for 6 hours straight! It was weird, but fun, but weird, ...but fun!!!

After a few weeks of daily phone conversations, he was scheduled to fly back to Amsterdam. He had bought a mansion (dude is loaded) in the city, but it wasn't quite done yet, so he asked me if it was ok to stay with me for a few days... I felt like we had become really good friends over the phone, and of course we had that whole history on the plane a year ago... So I didn't see the problem and told him it was ok.

(I wrote a poem "Dreadlock Dreaming" about him, which I will post tomorrow...)

I still remember exactly how I felt that day at the airport waiting for him. I don't think I've ever been more nervous in my life! My stomach was going crazy and I had trouble breathing at times.

There I was again, at an airport waiting for this gorgeous, gorgeous man to approach me, like he did that first time we 'met' on the airport in Spain.

And there he was. Even more gorgeous than I remembered. He was smiling again, the same smile I remembered from a year before. (and from all these dreams that followed) Wow. Talk about a déjà-vu!

That first day was crazy! I couldn't stop blushing and giggling and nothing that came out of my mouth made any sense. I tried to be cool, but I was starstruck! I tried to cheer myself on: "C'mon Vic, think of something funny to say," but I couldn't think of anything except "Is this really happening or am I waking up any minute now?" But it wasn't a dream, so I kept blushing and giggling like an idiot.

He ended up staying with me for a few weeks! At first it was so awkward. I still couldn't believe that this was that same guy I had a crush on 13 years ago when I first saw him on TV. That same guy I had my Tom Hanks Moment with a year ago in Spain. That same guy I had endless phone conversations with for the last few weeks...

That same guy was now walking around my house naked.

That same guy was now taking a dump on my toilet with the door open.

(I know; weird, right?!)

But a romance had blossomed and I guess a few boundaries were gone (well, for him, anyway).
(But in all fairness; if I had a body like that, I'd have no problem walking around naked either! All day every day! My God... sigh...)

But it was still weird for me... So unreal. Sometimes I'd lay awake next to him. Just to watch him sleep. And I'd pinch myself to see if this was still really happening. If this was really that same guy right there next to me. In my bed. And yup, it was! Crazy, right?

But I loved having him over to take care of him. I cooked him his favorite food, made sure he had everything he needed. Yes, everything. I'm not playing. I go all out for somebody I care about.

And it was great. At first. Until he got back into that spoiled athlete mode and started to take me for granted. I guess it was my fault too. Because I spoiled him, too.

On one of our previous phone conversations I had asked him if there was anything that I could wake him up for in the middle of the night. And he had answered; "Pancakes! I love pancakes!" So guess what crazy Vicky did? I fixed him pancakes in the middle of the night and woke him up. The smile on his face was priceless. "And it's not even my birthday," he said.
Right then I told him: "You know I'm too good for you, right?" "Yeah, I know," he said and smiled like it was a joke. But I was dead serious when I said it.

He was spoiled. And I guess a guy like that had been spoiled his whole life, by the team, the coach, the club, hotels, managers, even by groupies... I can't even blame him...

I had dated athletes before, and it's hard to not be somebody's first passion. There's always that talent; the job; his sport, that is at the top of his priorities. It would never be me. And I didn't mind so much playing second fiddle, but I did want that appreciation that I thought I deserved. Taking him into my home and catering on him all these weeks. But I didn't get any of that.

Dude was a freakin millionaire, but I never even got flowers, or a simple thank you.

I guess it was a blessing that after a few weeks he got a new club to play for and his house in the city was all done, so he left my place and moved there. He came back a few times to hang out with me (and get his laundry) (Did I tell you I was too good for him?), but after a while I didn't try as hard to please him anymore. I learned my lesson.

One time he needed me again, but by then I was pretty much fed up, so I didn't ask anymore how high I was supposed to jump. He left in a bad mood and hit the pedal of his Lamborghini pretty hard which made a looot of noise when it left my street. I guess Mr. Soccer got upset.

But he still sends me Christmas and Birthday textmessages and stuff like that, and he even called a while ago to see how I was doing, but I haven't seen him since. Except for on TV, and when I accidentally google his name.

So all in all, you could say; my fairytale came true. I got to meet the guy of my dreams... But it turned out he wasn't as dreamy in real life. And there was no "and they lived happily ever after" either. Oh well.

I guess sometimes the dream is better than reality...
Sometimes it's better to just keep on dreaming...
And sometimes...
Sometimes a dream really just is what it is; a dream.


Jayquan K said...

That was AMAZING!! thank you for sharing that. Sorry it didn't work out for you but at least you learned from it and know how to handle the situation again if it happens again :)

Joy said...

I'm just so glad you're not seeing this soccer guy anymore. I remember all the heartbreak that you went through!

Tim Brandel said...

Although the 'fairy tale' did not come true(seldom do, usually never last anyway), it was an interesting experience that you are able to share with the world with the help of 21st century technology. Normally something like this would only be shared among closest friends and family, great story for the grandkids.

BTW - the over analyzing thing is not a 'girl' thing, I do the same 'analysis paralysis', and then kick my self for years to come on the mistakes I have made. I have a few years on you and still do it. :(