egg‘What would Mickey Rourke do?’ I thought to myself.

In hindsight, probably not the greatest question to ask, but it was the best my infatuated 14 year-old mind could come up with.

Her name was Samantha (not her real name) and she was a little bundle of sweetness. 

 

My heart melted every time she happened to glance in my direction.

Sure I’d had crushes before, but this was somehow different…

For the first time in my life I felt a bourgeoning urge to do something about it…

I closed my eyes…

And in my mind I stood in front of Mickey Rourke… 

He looked at me disdainfully… taking an immediate dislike to my teenage gawkiness.

Mickey took a long drag on his cigarette...

He was the kind of guy who could get any women he wanted. He was so cool. And so damn handsome.

I bet he always knew exactly what to do and what to say to impress a girl.

At the very moment I was going to ask him about Samantha he slapped my face.

“Pull yourself together kid…” he murmured as he turned away in an attempt to hide his mild disgust.

As he gazed off into the distance he added…

“I’m not saying that I like your chances…

but if you want my advice…

I think your best shot at Romance will come at Easter…”

Before I had a chance to splutter the word ‘thanks’, he had jumped onto his Harley Davidson, kick started the engine and was gone…

The Oracle had delivered…

Although unorthodox in his approach, Mickey had given me the hope that I had been looking for...

Easter was nearing...

And I was concerned that my weekly allowance wouldn’t leave much scope for extravagance in the ‘egg buying department’.

In a cunning plan to maximize my purchasing power, I decided that I’d wait until Easter Monday before buying Samantha her present. I figured that the left over chocolate Eggs would be heavily discounted at that point and I’d be able to buy her something nice.

Maybe being romantic wasn’t so hard after all...

And so Easter Monday Arrived.

I walked down to my local supermarket, quietly confident that everything would go to plan.

When I was inside, I looked over the counter and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

They had almost sold out of their entire Easter stock!

All that was left on the shelf was a few broken rabbits and a garish looking Egg made from dark chocolate…

I was aghast.

Maybe this was a sign to admit defeat and abort my foolish mission…

And just as I was about to give up, a question popped into my thoughts…

What would Mickey do?

Before my conscious mind could garner a response, my left hand reached into my pocket, pulled out some cash and bought the egg.

Once it was suitably wrapped, I set off on my journey to Samantha’s house.

Although painfully aware of the inadequacy of the egg, I consoled myself with the fact that at least I hadn’t paid full price for it...

I also winced at the thought of the love letter I had written the night before to accompany the egg…

I prayed that in the wash of it all she would somehow see that it was the 'thought that counted'…

The Arrival.

After a brisk and somewhat nervous walk I arrived at the gate of Samantha’s house all hot and sweaty.

I took a moment to compose myself, secretly wondering whether I had the courage to follow through.

Before I had a chance to chicken out of it…

I took a deep breath…

Walked up her driveway…

Knocked on her front door…

And waited…

Until it became obvious…

That there was no-one home.

The Unhindered Heart.

It was hard to describe the feeling of elation that I experienced as I walked home.

I took a moment and noticed my heart beating proudly.

I had done it.

I had knocked on Loves door…

Okay so it didn’t open… but I had knocked on it nonetheless.

And to me, that was all that mattered…

I had acted out the wishes of my unhindered heart and it felt beautiful…