Megan knew that today, March the fifth, was never going to be an ordinary day. Today she would finally meet 'him', her one true love - her soulmate. Today would be the beginning of her happily ever after. She didn't care that her best friend was sceptical; Sarah had been trying to convince her for years that she was being stupid, that it was only a game they'd played back in high school, that the numbers had been picked at random, that the date meant nothing. Megan knew she was wrong. Her whole life had been in anticipation of this day.
She had never really dated after high school, she'd tried at first but it had seemed so pointless, a waste of time when she knew she wasn't going to meet him until now. Sarah's TrueLoveDate had been way in the future though, so Megan understood why she had been reluctant to wait around for him. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Arron wasn't Sarah's true love. They'd got married last year and although Sarah seemed happy enough, Megan couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen, when in another twenty years, she did meet her soulmate. Perhaps Sarah would take the numbers more seriously after today, when she saw how perfect Megan's man was for her.
She wanted to look her best when she finally met him, so she spent over an hour blow drying her straight hair into soft red curls and perfecting her make-up, she hoped the dark eye shadow would make her plain brown eyes a little more interesting. Megan didn't usually have time to spend so long on her appearance but she'd booked today off of work; if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that her one true love was not going to show up in the grubby little office she worked in. She was not going to develop a sudden attraction to boring men in suits or the short balding man who came round selling sandwiches from the deli across the road each morning.
She pulled on the outfit she'd been saving for this day. The full length mirror on her wall showed what she hoped was an elegant twenty-something in a simple brown skirt and pretty olive blouse. She looked mature, sophisticated, but still a little bohemian, or as close as Megan thought she was ever going to get to that kind of combination. She called Sarah before she went out. She was covering for her at work so Megan supposed she was gloating a little as she asked her best friend to wish her luck. Not that she'd need it; she knew she was fated to meet him today. Mostly, as much as she hated to admit it, she was calling Sarah so she could put off going out, if the truth be told she was nervous and she hadn't a clue where to start looking for him.
A few hours later Megan sat in a small café, sipping at a large fancy coffee, regrettably, still alone. She'd already tried wandering around the local museums, but there had been no sign of him. Megan sighed into her giant mug, she'd been so sure that he'd be in one of them, she just knew he was going to be one of those charmingly intellectual guys. She prodded the mountain of froth on her coffee with the stirrer, perhaps she'd find him in an art gallery. She started listing those she happened to know were nearby in her head. She checked her watch, only ten hours left but she was still confident that he would turn up by the end of the day, of course it would have been helpful if the game they'd played had been more specific about the time. Part of her wondered if she should just turn around and go back to bed, presumably he would find her wherever she happened to be, after all it was fated. But she couldn't do that. It just seemed so unlikely and she didn't think he'd be impressed to find her wasting the day like that.
By seven thirty in the evening Megan was beginning to get a little worried, still six and a half hours left, she reassured herself. Her stomach growled, forcing her to admit that she wasn't going to meet him before dinner. She stopped at the nearest fast food place and grabbed a cheeseburger, wondering what to do next. She considered calling Sarah to see if she would hit the clubs with her. No, she decided against it. She wouldn't want to leave her on her own when he eventually showed up, and she didn't exactly want her best friend hanging around and trying to embarrass her for the rest of the night once she was with him. She'd just go to the pub, sit in a corner by herself and wait.
It was one fifteen in the morning by the time Megan reluctantly answered her phone. Sarah had been calling since midnight, and she'd watched her blurry phone vibrating silently each time. Eventually she realised her best friend would worry if she didn't answer at all. Sarah sounded annoyed at first but it didn't take her long to spot the sadness in Megan's shaky voice. She was clearly fighting back an 'I told you so' but Megan knew she was far too nice to actually say it. Sarah comforted her as much as she could, agreeing half-heartedly when she suggested that maybe they'd got the numbers backwards, and that there were only another couple of months to wait. Megan knew she was only humouring her, Sarah thought she was stupid to keep clinging to the numbers, especially when the sensible part of her knew that today had effectively proved they really had been nonsense all along.
Megan allowed her best friend to provide a welcome distraction by telling her all about the cute new sandwich guy who'd showed up at the office that morning.