Sunday morning started out well - as the sun came slanting through the blinds, I found my yellow Liverpool jacket and shuffled myself ( half asleep) to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, looking forward to a leisurely morning. It was only afterward that things started to go a bit nervous. Even before I took my first sip, I remembered my heart pounding all day and night for the past few days.
Well not exactly a date like my title suggested but it's more like a planned lunch kinda a thing. Time is relative. I know I'm not the first one to realize it and my realization had nothing to do with will power, perfect timing or any theory that Einstein might have postulated. Rather, it had to do with the drag of hours to the first date itself.
Yes. I'm nervous.
Everyday, I thought about her. I thought of her again after I woke. I read a bit of the latest news on papers, showered and threw a pair of slacks and shirt, then read for another couple of minutes before glancing at the clock realizing only 10 minutes had passed. That's what I meant by time being relative. I spent the day mind surfing, and though the sermon were better than they'd been the weeks before, I could't really concentrate and decided to call it quits by mid mornings. I debated whether or not to grab a scone at Dream Cafe - the best scones in town, by the way - even I was in the mood, I just could't eat a whole one.
Finally the celebration ended. The sky glowed majestically and the sun was painfully bright and shinning. As I got out, I realized I was more nervous. I couldn't remember the last time any girl had made me nervous, but I couldn't shake the thought that somehow things might have changed between us. I didn't know know how or why I felt that way; all I knew was that I wasn't sure what I'd do if my fear screw me up and proved correct.
I didn't bother saying hi to anyone that day and simply staying in where I was standing. The concourse was packed and I could hear voices picking up down the hallway, and there was the usual collection of church members on the front of the concourse auditorium. There I saw one of my cell member which happen to attend the same SOL class as her. I bravely stepped in, asking for Tania, and was told she was on her way here. I trotted down to the cafe and froze when I saw her walking into the concourse. She hadn't noticed me, and I saw her smiling at someone. As I stood there, I wondered whether she even remembered our date, but she smiled when she saw me as if nothing were amiss.
She stood and ambled toward me. She was wearing a beautiful yellow blouse and a light, beige color shorts that showed her chic-ness when she walked. I could see the additional color on her wrist that spoke hours in the sun. When she got close, she stood there gracefully and planted a smile on my face.
"Hi," she said, waving one arm and another on her rectangular size purse.
"Hi."
As usual, I couldn't think of a instant response, and she looked at my inability to admit I had.
"Let's do lunch," I said. "Jaya 33, Vietnam Kitchen, if that's alright with you?"
"Sure."
She giggled, and I realized I liked talking to her. It was easy and natural, unlike with so many people. Above me, I could see those small little cupid legs; flying just right above my head. Aye! :D
PS: Just for your information, I meet her second sister too for the first time that day. Coincidently her sister and her boyfriend was having lunch at the same place too. Oh well...
Yes. I'm nervous.
Everyday, I thought about her. I thought of her again after I woke. I read a bit of the latest news on papers, showered and threw a pair of slacks and shirt, then read for another couple of minutes before glancing at the clock realizing only 10 minutes had passed. That's what I meant by time being relative. I spent the day mind surfing, and though the sermon were better than they'd been the weeks before, I could't really concentrate and decided to call it quits by mid mornings. I debated whether or not to grab a scone at Dream Cafe - the best scones in town, by the way - even I was in the mood, I just could't eat a whole one.
Finally the celebration ended. The sky glowed majestically and the sun was painfully bright and shinning. As I got out, I realized I was more nervous. I couldn't remember the last time any girl had made me nervous, but I couldn't shake the thought that somehow things might have changed between us. I didn't know know how or why I felt that way; all I knew was that I wasn't sure what I'd do if my fear screw me up and proved correct.
I didn't bother saying hi to anyone that day and simply staying in where I was standing. The concourse was packed and I could hear voices picking up down the hallway, and there was the usual collection of church members on the front of the concourse auditorium. There I saw one of my cell member which happen to attend the same SOL class as her. I bravely stepped in, asking for Tania, and was told she was on her way here. I trotted down to the cafe and froze when I saw her walking into the concourse. She hadn't noticed me, and I saw her smiling at someone. As I stood there, I wondered whether she even remembered our date, but she smiled when she saw me as if nothing were amiss.
She stood and ambled toward me. She was wearing a beautiful yellow blouse and a light, beige color shorts that showed her chic-ness when she walked. I could see the additional color on her wrist that spoke hours in the sun. When she got close, she stood there gracefully and planted a smile on my face.
"Hi," she said, waving one arm and another on her rectangular size purse.
"Hi."
As usual, I couldn't think of a instant response, and she looked at my inability to admit I had.
"Let's do lunch," I said. "Jaya 33, Vietnam Kitchen, if that's alright with you?"
"Sure."
She giggled, and I realized I liked talking to her. It was easy and natural, unlike with so many people. Above me, I could see those small little cupid legs; flying just right above my head. Aye! :D
PS: Just for your information, I meet her second sister too for the first time that day. Coincidently her sister and her boyfriend was having lunch at the same place too. Oh well...
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