by Makasha Dorsey

He came to me out of the blue. Actually, it was out of the black. I was sitting in a metal folding chair at dimly lit fraternity party at Brown University when two hundred and fifteen pounds of caramel colored muscle caught my eye. He was checking me out, too. His eyes were deep; smile, bright. Several times he walked by making eye contact, but never stopped. In my mind, I resolved, "If he doesn’t say something the next time he walks by, I’ll stick my foot out and trip him." I did not have to. He stopped. The rest is history. No. It’s future.

At that point in my life, I was not looking for anyone. I was a successful student with a great job at a large financial institution. I was fed up with the college scene and even more fed up with the men I was dating. It seemed as if I was trapped on a fishing boat in a sea overflowing with brilliant, respectful, handsome men who seemed to swim away each time I cast my net. I was drifting in and out of meaningless relationships with pond scum because they were too lazy to move away from my net. Besides, how many people met their soul mate at a party? I know of two – Tredell and I.

He was nothing I ever wanted and all that I ever needed. I had an image of what I thought I wanted. However, God created him to be in the right place at the appointed time to choose his "good thing": Me.

He is honest and hardworking; caring and giving. He has a heart that seeks the way of God. Although he is not perfect, he is my perfection. He accepted me, who had been molested and abused as a child and raped as a young woman, and said that I was clean an unblemished. His love is strong and unconditional.

Tredell is my Mr. Right because he is the plan God has for me. We were pre-destined to be. I am he and he is I.