Someone like you
I was out with YG the other day. For a dinner catch-up. I'd always called it "dating" cos sometime back, someone told me "dating is when you go out and know a person better." which I loosely interpreted for all sessions of a meal or drink. Haha. So yes, it was date night but nothing romantic about it.
I rarely speak with YG much. Not cos I don't want to. But our friendship is the kind where if you meet too often, you have nothing much to talk about. And it was not intentional that we always let a few months lapse before our next date night. Cos if you know me well enough, I am always having some new experience or another. And of course, I know of people who change dates more than their underwears (ok, not true for me, I change my underwear everyday). So when we do meet up, there's a slew of things to update. My new job, his new date. My new health regime, his new hairdo. My new hobby, his new date. Did I mention date twice?
Dating. I think a lot boils down to being at the right place, right time and wanting the same thing the same time. A relationship can be simple, but it needs the exact does of the right ingredient to make it work. No, more than work. To make it bloom. Maybe a dash of cow dung as fertilizer was overlooked somewhere.
Now and then YG and I spot someone.
"Yup. Look at that." Youth is on someone's side always. It used to be on mine.
"Sometimes, I do feel like just asking for the number directly."
"Why not?" There was a paused silence. Not wanting to have my comment as a passing remark, I elaborated.
" Look the world has zillions of people, not counting the hotties from the other planets (if my friend's obsession with intergalactic forces had some play in this, I blame him. LOL), but what if he turns out to be the right passenger and you miss the bus, cos you erm, don't wanna wear your socks with holes?"
It sounds gibberish. But what I meant was, there was really nothing to lose. Unless, you are one of those super in need of face. Those that must be seen as the one-upper. But setting pride aside, I have a pair of eyes, you have a nose. There is no difference. I am by all accounts superficial, but who's to say there is nothing between my ears? If I had a certain liking for someone, I'd just go and say hi, get a number and do a meal. Who knows, by then they'll be displaying some sort of nose-digging equivalent activity that totally turns you off once the initial euphoria subsides. And THEN, at least, you know you tried.
Silence from YG. So that means no.
Well just too bad.
And the pub started to play.
"Never mind I'll find...someone like you....."
And we toast with our martinis and moved on to the next topic.
I rarely speak with YG much. Not cos I don't want to. But our friendship is the kind where if you meet too often, you have nothing much to talk about. And it was not intentional that we always let a few months lapse before our next date night. Cos if you know me well enough, I am always having some new experience or another. And of course, I know of people who change dates more than their underwears (ok, not true for me, I change my underwear everyday). So when we do meet up, there's a slew of things to update. My new job, his new date. My new health regime, his new hairdo. My new hobby, his new date. Did I mention date twice?
Dating. I think a lot boils down to being at the right place, right time and wanting the same thing the same time. A relationship can be simple, but it needs the exact does of the right ingredient to make it work. No, more than work. To make it bloom. Maybe a dash of cow dung as fertilizer was overlooked somewhere.
Now and then YG and I spot someone.
"Yup. Look at that." Youth is on someone's side always. It used to be on mine.
"Sometimes, I do feel like just asking for the number directly."
"Why not?" There was a paused silence. Not wanting to have my comment as a passing remark, I elaborated.
" Look the world has zillions of people, not counting the hotties from the other planets (if my friend's obsession with intergalactic forces had some play in this, I blame him. LOL), but what if he turns out to be the right passenger and you miss the bus, cos you erm, don't wanna wear your socks with holes?"
It sounds gibberish. But what I meant was, there was really nothing to lose. Unless, you are one of those super in need of face. Those that must be seen as the one-upper. But setting pride aside, I have a pair of eyes, you have a nose. There is no difference. I am by all accounts superficial, but who's to say there is nothing between my ears? If I had a certain liking for someone, I'd just go and say hi, get a number and do a meal. Who knows, by then they'll be displaying some sort of nose-digging equivalent activity that totally turns you off once the initial euphoria subsides. And THEN, at least, you know you tried.
Silence from YG. So that means no.
Well just too bad.
And the pub started to play.
"Never mind I'll find...someone like you....."
And we toast with our martinis and moved on to the next topic.