Raven

The Fateful Meeting

Not all great love stories start perfectly. Mine started with a bird using my head as a toilet.

I was taking a walk through Hyde Park in London when I felt something with a bad odor land in my shoulder length brown hair. Naturally, I reach up and touch it only to be met with the sticky disgustingness of white-brown bird shit.

Sympathetic glances surrounded me yet it was only a nice ice cream vendor around my age who did anything to help. Yet even the napkins and water he gave me could do little to rid the bird poop from my hair.

Then I saw him.

He was certainly not your typical Prince Charming. One of his hands was running through his messy brown hair and his bright blue eyes glimmered with laughter when he saw my misfortune.

Maybe it was the fact that I currently had bird pooped smeared across my fingers and hair. Maybe it was because I was still jet lagged from my flight from the United States to London. Either way something compelled me to go up to the obnoxious boy and smear the bird poop all over him.

"How do you like having bird shit all over you," I growled at him.

It seems as if my actions did the opposite of their intended purpose. Rather than sobering up and understanding the struggle of having bird shit all over you, he fell onto the ground laughing harder than ever before.

"Beautiful and feisty," he said with a thick British accent, "I like it. What's your name gorgeous?"

Oh great a fuckboy, just what I needed this early in the morning.

"None of your business."

"You just smeared bird shit all over me the least you can do is tell me your name."

"Yes well you were the one laughing at my misfortune so I figured you should join in on the fun."

"Well I guess the myth is true," he stated with a cocky smile on his face.

"What myth?"

"You know the one where you will get lucky after a bird poops on you."

"Pretty sure that is a lie to make unlucky people feel better," I deadpanned.

"Well I met you today didn't I little Raven so I would say I got pretty lucky."

"Raven?"

"Well you won't tell me your name beautiful," his bright blue eyes pierced my hazel ones as he stepped in closer, "so I figured I would make one up for you."

"Why Raven though?"

"You are mysterious and beautiful like a Raven. Considering the circumstances I thought a bird name would be suiting."

"Ok then I will call you Cuckoo, after the bird of course," I said rolling my eyes.

"You right I am Cuckoo, Cuckoo about you," he said with a wink.

Not being able to take his cheesy pick up lines any longer, I slowly backed away from him.

"That was possibly the worst pick up line I have ever heard," I said while laughing, "and trust me I have heard a lot."

"Yes but I got you to laugh."

"Then let's end it on a high note. Goodbye Cuckoo," I turned my back on him and started to walk away when I heard a faint voice call back

"Goodbye my beautiful Raven."

And that was how a great love story started.