I'll wear a rose

He had waited for nearly an hour now and the station was beginning to get crowded. John peeled with his eyes across the station room to notice even the slightest sign of a rose. A red rose. His mind was excited and his stomach was itching. He had waited for this moment to come true for months and now the time had finally come. He had been begging her to show herself at a web cam or just at a picture or just to tell him how she would look, but she kept refusing. John looked up and down at himself for a moment to be sure that he was looking all right. He was wearing a black suit with a tie. His hair had been combed to the left and he had even used some special beauty product, even though he hardly used that kind of stuff. All in all he looked pretty handsome. He wasn't short but neither was he too tall. His body was formed with a bit of muscles and even though he didn't look like a athlete, he loved sport. John was a very common man in his parts, he never became violent, he didn't have alcohol or drug problems and he loved animals, as long as they didn't have any fangs or claws. John was a lovely man with many friends and a good job were he earned just a bit above the average. The only problem he got, was woman. John had never had any luck around woman's. Perhaps it was the wrong perfume he used, perhaps his hair looked bad, or perhaps was it just because he was shy, very shy. He had been that ever since he was born, so he had used the internet as a last solution to find a sweet and perhaps even a beautiful girl he could live with. The internet was a wide and large community, at least the site he used. Filled up with lonely people like him, who never have had any luck in the game of love. His brother always told him the same quote again, and again. "Love is the only game were you loose by not playing" he had told John. John knew he was right, but still. He still had that embarrassing feeling every time a girl walked up upon him and even gazed upon his eyes. Twenty minuets had passed by, and still no sign of the rose. John thought about all the enjoyable times he had on the internet with her, and even though they had written for so long, he didn't know her name. He had played with the thought about her name, how she looked, how she would be in the real life, and every time he did it, he ended up with the same result. Nothing. Simply nothing. He felt that no matter how much he tried, he could still not imagine how the perfect woman would be. Sometimes she had long brown hair and deep blue eyes, sometime the colours were switched, and a lot of other combinations. The excitement was almost unbearable, he could almost feel her. As if she already hed been there for hours and just waited for him. Him, her prince and her, his princess. United in a moment of love, a moment of joy and a moment of peaceful silence. But still, she did not arrive. John now began to worry about what might have been wrong since she was so late. Maybe it was just her style, maybe she was a kind of person who would tell you to come at 11.00 pm and then show up an hour later. John had even skipped off his work today, just to be there in time, he still had his briefcase with his papers and documents and other important stuff for his work. The time still moved on and he began to get tired of the endless walking, the endless scouting for the single red rose, the singe red rose that would perhaps tie them together for the rest