Daviot 'Kelly's World' Kelly gets to hug the girl of his dreams, Miss Jamaica World 2007 Yendi Phillipps, as she arrives at The Gleaner, 7 North Street, last Monday. - Andrew Smith/Photography Editor

There are some moments in life which simply defy description. Moments that, though fleeting, leave you with a great big happy face and feeling slightly delirious.

I had one of those last week, and who would have thought it would happen at work! There I was, minding my own business, writing the stories from the events I went to, when, bam! She strolled in; Yendi Phillipps! The current Miss Jamaica World who represented us so marvellously in Sanya, China, was in the editorial department.

It was then that my brain slowly began to churn and it all began to make sense. She was supposed to be a judge for The Gleaner Red Label Wine Christmas Cake contest. So now, the thoughts came rushing to me. Darn, I knew I should have worn that shirt or I should have gone to the barber. Oh well, too late for that now; there she was. Five feet ten inches of sheer beauty, intelligence, wit and oh, that smile. Yes, I'm a big fan. Like Tarrus says, she's royal, so royal!

My only hope was that I would, at the very least, be introduced to her as a member of the Lifestyle team. A man of more cavalier character and debonair disposition would have walked over, Pulse model-style and introduced himself. But that's not me; I'm shy.

No hesitation

Anyway, my supervisor called me over to meet the beauty. Of course, I rose with no hesitation. Whoopee! I grasped her waiting hand and prepare to bask in my two seconds of fame. I played it cool, said "hello, nice to meet you", while she returned the courtesy, making sure she pronounced my name properly (sigh, she's so thorough). I believed I thought I had played my role without looking too much like the awestruck schoolboy I felt like at the time.

But then, like lightning from the blue (and to my extreme joy), my supervisor declared that Yendi had to hug me! And without question, she did! Being the self-respecting young man I am, I readily accepted. And then she gave me the look. The new-couple-peer-into-each-other's-eyes look. Yendi said something to me but I simply cannot remember what. Too lost in the moment I was. But that doesn't matter. I was in Yendi's arms and she was in mine! And then, just like that, it was over. I returned to my seat having touched an angel. Wow!

Since the 'rapture', I have received some ribbing, but it's all good. For a guy who may never have got the chance to meet Yendi, she was my oasis in the desert.

Thanks, Yendi (and thanks, boss)!

Envy me at daviot.kelly@gleanerjm.com