of love and strangers

[faqeehah]

Last sunday i met Steve. I was sitting in delifrance waiting for a friend to come, and Steve was alone reading the newspaper. Somehow our eyes met, and the first thing he said was that my peach tudung nicely matched my orange tee. So nice, i rarely get compliments for my dressing. Next thing, like any stranger would tell me, he said i look like a chinese. Okay. Then we got talking, and i realised he was close to my kind of dream guy. Intellectual, charming, but humble and nice at the same time. We kind of share the same mindsets, though his views were far broader, and somehow we just clicked like we were on the same wavelengths. Truthfully it could have been love at first sight. Then again, i always fall for the mind first, which is not a bad thing but at times its just not supposed to be that way. We exchanged contact numbers and stuff and promised to contact each other. We have actually, he sent me a really sweet message that can just make me smile for hours. I just love talking to strangers.

by the way, Steve is about seventy plus.