Love Story (4) - c'est la vie
Another long day of work, 5:30 pm, most of the people already clocked out. The janitor came around my cube to clean the trash can, I know what she must be thinking, "this girl has no life." The weather outside looks frightful, like an unhappy baby's face, you know she is not going to hold it any longer. "There is a T-storm warning for Cook County, you better go home now." She sounds like my grandma. Yea, it's time to go, but where is my home? I let out a sigh, light enough to elude a dog's ears. In a day like this, I just want to snuggle besides him like the good old days, love the tingling sensation when I can feel his breath over my shoulder. He would press my body close to his. There would be no words, just us... ...
"Got my love letter yesterday?" He sat down right next to me before the class started. "It was you?" "Sorry if I've scared you, I can explain ... ..." okay, it turned out that the whole thing was orchestrated by him, and Grace as complice. "You ... ..." "Sneaky bastard? It's okay, you can say it. But, I think I still owe that homeless guy the second installment of his compensation." Hah, I let out a big laugh. Deeply flattered, I mean he is the first one went this far to get my attention, you have to give it to him. So, I started dating him.
... ... big lighting bolt followed by a heavy thunder succeeded to bring me back to the present sense. "Are you kidding me? That's all he did to win your heart?" The Janitor gives me a dubious look. In her funny iranian accent, "My husband wooed me for 4 years. One time, he stood in the rain for 5 hours to convince me to go out with him. Girl, you have to know the game rules, you know..." "Sorry, gotta go!" I don't know if I am too tired of her nagging or I just dislike the word 'game' in the context of love, I storm out of the office before she finishes her sentence.
7:36 pm, my apartment, dinner for one, steamed bun with miso soup. Finished it in 30 minutes. Done with the dishes, I changed into casual clothes and flied out of my apartment. I have a date today. With who? With myself. I got the idea from a friend who visited a short time ago, "you can do a lot of things by yourself ... ..." Exactly! Chicago is the kind of city where you will never get bored, and I don't want to waste another night away in front of the TV. The date started out with a movie, "Lake House" with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. Great story, a remake of a korean movie and shot in Chicago. There is only one merit to korean dramas, their emphasis on the fragility of life. There will always be somebody died in a korean drama. It's life, people die, they are not going to be around forever, you see them one day, and they might die on you the next, you never know ... ... Like all good movies did to me, I felt I was still in the story, following the two characters around when I walked out of the show room. Balmy weather outside, the night is still young, so I took myself to Navy Pier to watch the firework show. Sitting on lake bank, music in the air, the firework lasted for a solid half hour. Okay, miss, enjoy yourself so far? He would ask me on our dates, and solicit feedback on a scale from 1 to 10. Oh well, nothing is perfect, 9.9999.... is always my answer to him.
I decided to top off my date with a vanilla ice cream cone, dripping all over my hand, I felt like a little girl again. Mmm..., a 'perfect 10' date. Told ya, women are good at deceiving themselves.
"Got my love letter yesterday?" He sat down right next to me before the class started. "It was you?" "Sorry if I've scared you, I can explain ... ..." okay, it turned out that the whole thing was orchestrated by him, and Grace as complice. "You ... ..." "Sneaky bastard? It's okay, you can say it. But, I think I still owe that homeless guy the second installment of his compensation." Hah, I let out a big laugh. Deeply flattered, I mean he is the first one went this far to get my attention, you have to give it to him. So, I started dating him.
... ... big lighting bolt followed by a heavy thunder succeeded to bring me back to the present sense. "Are you kidding me? That's all he did to win your heart?" The Janitor gives me a dubious look. In her funny iranian accent, "My husband wooed me for 4 years. One time, he stood in the rain for 5 hours to convince me to go out with him. Girl, you have to know the game rules, you know..." "Sorry, gotta go!" I don't know if I am too tired of her nagging or I just dislike the word 'game' in the context of love, I storm out of the office before she finishes her sentence.
7:36 pm, my apartment, dinner for one, steamed bun with miso soup. Finished it in 30 minutes. Done with the dishes, I changed into casual clothes and flied out of my apartment. I have a date today. With who? With myself. I got the idea from a friend who visited a short time ago, "you can do a lot of things by yourself ... ..." Exactly! Chicago is the kind of city where you will never get bored, and I don't want to waste another night away in front of the TV. The date started out with a movie, "Lake House" with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. Great story, a remake of a korean movie and shot in Chicago. There is only one merit to korean dramas, their emphasis on the fragility of life. There will always be somebody died in a korean drama. It's life, people die, they are not going to be around forever, you see them one day, and they might die on you the next, you never know ... ... Like all good movies did to me, I felt I was still in the story, following the two characters around when I walked out of the show room. Balmy weather outside, the night is still young, so I took myself to Navy Pier to watch the firework show. Sitting on lake bank, music in the air, the firework lasted for a solid half hour. Okay, miss, enjoy yourself so far? He would ask me on our dates, and solicit feedback on a scale from 1 to 10. Oh well, nothing is perfect, 9.9999.... is always my answer to him.
I decided to top off my date with a vanilla ice cream cone, dripping all over my hand, I felt like a little girl again. Mmm..., a 'perfect 10' date. Told ya, women are good at deceiving themselves.
posted by saisai at 4:25 PM
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