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I just realized. At one point, even my mom stopped believing in me and love.
Last Sunday, I was packing my bags for school and carefully picking out dresses and fancy tops to bring when she peeked into my room:
Mom: Why are you bringing so many clothes?
Me: For dating~~~~ *and yeah, complete with annoying high-pitched voice and hair flip XDD*
Mom: *EVIL GLARE, AS IN EVIL MAOU-MMY GLARE.*
Me: J-just kidding? I’m just sorting them.
alsklskdlakdlskd At first I thought, what, seriously, 23? And still not allowed to date?!
And then I realized, it can’t be, because I spent the better part of high school telling my mom all about the cute/smart/pensive*insert a million adjectives here* boys in my class, and then spent the whole of college introducing so many guys that she lost count. And I remember her asking about each of my "semestral boyfriends." And then at one point, after a dozen could-have-beens-should-have-beens-BUT-BOTTOMLINE:DIDN’T, she stopped.
I guess that point coincided with the time she must have realized that I would probably never get together with anyone seriously enough to bring them to, idk, a family dinner? Which makes me, what, the girl who cried love? sldkalklskld
This is NOT an emo post. It's actually more funny than annoying. I’m not even that high about current dating status. I’m just “going with the flow” (or whatever), something I should have done when I was waaaaay younger
That said, as a final homage to the LOVE MONTH, have some tiny, microscopic Ohmiya?
fluffy ohmiya like woah
Five minutes after entering the supermarket, Nino was already queuing for the cashier. He had pulled an empty cart, carefully but efficiently piled it with the things he needed (and one thing he wanted, which he had been thinking of getting for a couple of weeks now), and made a beeline to the front of the store to pay. He knew exactly how much his purchase would cost - exactly the same as the last time.
He was leaning on his cart, people-watching as the queue slowly progressed, when his phone beeped. He unconsciously smiled, knowing instinctively (and half-hoping) who it was. Who else had been mailing him lately? A lot, lately.
Yes. Nino’s smile widened and then turned smug as the sender’s name flashed.
Hey! You want to catch a movie tonight?
It took a second for Nino to type an affirmative and send it. And then he spent the next half-minute holding on to his phone and smiling to himself. The person behind him had to politely cough to urge him forward.
As he rolled his cart to the cashier, his eyes fell on the row of toothbrushes to the side. He randomly reached for one, (a blue one, he later noted with amusement) and dropped it into his cart. Ohno had been to his place many times already, but had never stayed over; but who knows?
As he fingered the toothbrush, swirling it around the cart absentmindedly, Nino wondered what Ohno would look like in the morning. Would his eyes be bloodshot, would his hair stick up in tufts? Nino had to stop from laughing creepily to himself as he moved his cart along.
Last Sunday, I was packing my bags for school and carefully picking out dresses and fancy tops to bring when she peeked into my room:
Mom: Why are you bringing so many clothes?
Me: For dating~~~~ *and yeah, complete with annoying high-pitched voice and hair flip XDD*
Mom: *EVIL GLARE, AS IN EVIL MAOU-MMY GLARE.*
Me: J-just kidding? I’m just sorting them.
alsklskdlakdlskd At first I thought, what, seriously, 23? And still not allowed to date?!
And then I realized, it can’t be, because I spent the better part of high school telling my mom all about the cute/smart/pensive*insert a million adjectives here* boys in my class, and then spent the whole of college introducing so many guys that she lost count. And I remember her asking about each of my "semestral boyfriends." And then at one point, after a dozen could-have-beens-should-have-beens-BUT-BOTTOMLINE:DIDN’T, she stopped.
I guess that point coincided with the time she must have realized that I would probably never get together with anyone seriously enough to bring them to, idk, a family dinner? Which makes me, what, the girl who cried love? sldkalklskld
This is NOT an emo post. It's actually more funny than annoying. I’m not even that high about current dating status. I’m just “going with the flow” (or whatever), something I should have done when I was waaaaay younger
That said, as a final homage to the LOVE MONTH, have some tiny, microscopic Ohmiya?
fluffy ohmiya like woah
Five minutes after entering the supermarket, Nino was already queuing for the cashier. He had pulled an empty cart, carefully but efficiently piled it with the things he needed (and one thing he wanted, which he had been thinking of getting for a couple of weeks now), and made a beeline to the front of the store to pay. He knew exactly how much his purchase would cost - exactly the same as the last time.
He was leaning on his cart, people-watching as the queue slowly progressed, when his phone beeped. He unconsciously smiled, knowing instinctively (and half-hoping) who it was. Who else had been mailing him lately? A lot, lately.
Yes. Nino’s smile widened and then turned smug as the sender’s name flashed.
Hey! You want to catch a movie tonight?
It took a second for Nino to type an affirmative and send it. And then he spent the next half-minute holding on to his phone and smiling to himself. The person behind him had to politely cough to urge him forward.
As he rolled his cart to the cashier, his eyes fell on the row of toothbrushes to the side. He randomly reached for one, (a blue one, he later noted with amusement) and dropped it into his cart. Ohno had been to his place many times already, but had never stayed over; but who knows?
As he fingered the toothbrush, swirling it around the cart absentmindedly, Nino wondered what Ohno would look like in the morning. Would his eyes be bloodshot, would his hair stick up in tufts? Nino had to stop from laughing creepily to himself as he moved his cart along.