Pfizer Girl is back

On the day Pfizer Girl returned with her diamond green princess dress, I had that rare feeling that there might be a God –with capital g –after all. For as long as she was gone, not a single day passed that something reminded me of her. And many times, I said to myself, if she were to appear around here this very instance, I would grab her and kiss her right on spot. Such was my obstinate desire to see her once more that whenever I went around time, I’d often imagine bumping into her by mere luck and simply saying: “Hey.”
I would relive the last moment as a testament to my ever-so indecisiveness towards the fair sex. I have, believe me, made undeniable progress in respect to my shy character. No living soul that has come across me can testify to me being anything other than extroverted.
For a moment there, I must admit, I thought I was hallucinating. After almost a year and a half of absence, her sudden presence in this environment seemed downright unreal. All the unbearable pain I had suffered recently from my failed relations with Angelica vanished out of sight. A foolish man (or woman) once said that you fall out of love when you begin to fall again, or some nonsense of that sort. In reality, I thought, maybe, I was transferring a state of emotion for another and the girls seemed just a pretext for my wicked mind to go from here to there without so much as an effort. But it was so much more than that. It was, and I hate to admit, a miracle.