They had met a party. They were into each other but it was still the early days of getting to know and all that, you know. "I like you a lot."
"I love your hair."
"I love how you say that"
Yeah. Those days.
She was independent, ambitious, charming and witty. He was ready to commit but his track record at dating didn't give him much courage and pretty much zilch confidence. In his own words, he sucked at relationships.
The first time he went over to her place, he carried a bottle of cheap Rosé. She had a beer in one hand and was wearing a Homer Simpson do'h tee with not-so-short shorts, which was refreshing because he didn't like those what's-even-the-point-of-wearing-that kind of shorts anyway. Not in an MCP manner at all, he just didn't like them.
She graciously accepted the bottle of wine while throwing air-kisses at him and mumbled, "Schmancy fuck!"
His face was suddenly an expression alloy of embarrassed and glad. But she diffused it instantly by thanking him for coming over in the most honest, genuine way. He didn't remember anyone but his childhood best friend's mother being a host as warm as the young lady here.
She showed him around the house. It was a lovely one bedroom set; with her kitschy, creativity showing up in the littlest of corners. And yet somehow not pretentious. There were a lot of plants, in bottles, in old bulbs, tin cans, even in a pair of old converse shoes in the balcony.
There was no bed, just a big mattress in the center of the bedroom surrounded by several piles of books that doubled as bedside tables. He couldn't not think of lying with her on that mattress, later the same very night. If all went well.
She saw him lost in thought and asked, "What?"
"What, What?", he retorted. As if he had been caught stealing something. His heart was now pounding under his breath as they saw the rest of the apartment. He didn't quite understand what was making him so nervous.
He tried focusing on her house tour.
There were some quirky quotes that she'd printed out, framed and put on the walls.
One quote said, "BEING YOURSELF IS THE NEW BLACK."
Another one, "HE ASKED WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE POSITION? I SAID, CEO."
She exclaimed, "Very Pinteresting right?!"
All yellow lights. "Tube-lights are for hospitals", she had declared the first time they had met.
Finally they were in the drawing room.
Making himself comfortable on a futon, he asked for the WiFi password, she told him smilingly, "I Want More Beer"
He: Alright I'll get it, but what's the password?
She: "IWantMoreBeer" IS the password. No spaces.
He: Oh. And what's the speed? You know there's an mbps speed of internet depending on the plan you take. Never mind, girls don't know such stuff.
She: Excuse me? What do you mean girls don't know such stuff? 100 mbps.
He: That's impossible! Are you sure it isn't 100 kbps?
She: God no! I got fibernet last month. 100 mbps. I have been trying to tell you I am pretty awesome. And hey I want more beer.
He: Ya ya, got that. Connected already! It is really 100 mbps! And on the awesome part, I don't know how awesome is anyone who still uses the word "awesome".
She: Funny Haha. No, I meant I want more beer. Could you get some from the fridge?
Sheepishly he walked over to the kitchen, the fridge was stacked with just a lot of beer pints. No water bottles, some milk. And a lot of beer.
He was pretty sure he was either dead and in heaven or dreaming.
Whatever it was, he went back in with the beers, took her hands and said, "I know it's not been long but think I love you."
She was taken aback.
"And I, ahem, errr, shit this is so tough, I..I love YouTube really fast". She said. And started laughing hysterically. Stopping only to catch her breath.
He burst into laughter too. "You are mad, you know that?" he said shaking his head side to side.
"I HAVE FALLEN FOR THIS MAD PERSON, WHO IS MAD!"
They just stood there laughing for a long while. Then she walked over to where he stood and kissed him deeply.
With moist eyes, "I love you too!" she stated in a matter of fact tone. "And Beer!"
"Yeah, not in that order it seems. By the way, how much do you pay for the fibernet?" He asked.
They were laughing again. And kissing again, swallowed whole in love.
A quote on the wall just above them read,
"THEY TALKED LIKE LOVERS AND LAUGHED LIKE BEST FRIENDS."
"I love your hair."
"I love how you say that"
Yeah. Those days.
She was independent, ambitious, charming and witty. He was ready to commit but his track record at dating didn't give him much courage and pretty much zilch confidence. In his own words, he sucked at relationships.
The first time he went over to her place, he carried a bottle of cheap Rosé. She had a beer in one hand and was wearing a Homer Simpson do'h tee with not-so-short shorts, which was refreshing because he didn't like those what's-even-the-point-of-wearing-that kind of shorts anyway. Not in an MCP manner at all, he just didn't like them.
She graciously accepted the bottle of wine while throwing air-kisses at him and mumbled, "Schmancy fuck!"
His face was suddenly an expression alloy of embarrassed and glad. But she diffused it instantly by thanking him for coming over in the most honest, genuine way. He didn't remember anyone but his childhood best friend's mother being a host as warm as the young lady here.
She showed him around the house. It was a lovely one bedroom set; with her kitschy, creativity showing up in the littlest of corners. And yet somehow not pretentious. There were a lot of plants, in bottles, in old bulbs, tin cans, even in a pair of old converse shoes in the balcony.
There was no bed, just a big mattress in the center of the bedroom surrounded by several piles of books that doubled as bedside tables. He couldn't not think of lying with her on that mattress, later the same very night. If all went well.
She saw him lost in thought and asked, "What?"
"What, What?", he retorted. As if he had been caught stealing something. His heart was now pounding under his breath as they saw the rest of the apartment. He didn't quite understand what was making him so nervous.
He tried focusing on her house tour.
There were some quirky quotes that she'd printed out, framed and put on the walls.
One quote said, "BEING YOURSELF IS THE NEW BLACK."
Another one, "HE ASKED WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE POSITION? I SAID, CEO."
She exclaimed, "Very Pinteresting right?!"
All yellow lights. "Tube-lights are for hospitals", she had declared the first time they had met.
Finally they were in the drawing room.
Making himself comfortable on a futon, he asked for the WiFi password, she told him smilingly, "I Want More Beer"
He: Alright I'll get it, but what's the password?
She: "IWantMoreBeer" IS the password. No spaces.
He: Oh. And what's the speed? You know there's an mbps speed of internet depending on the plan you take. Never mind, girls don't know such stuff.
She: Excuse me? What do you mean girls don't know such stuff? 100 mbps.
He: That's impossible! Are you sure it isn't 100 kbps?
She: God no! I got fibernet last month. 100 mbps. I have been trying to tell you I am pretty awesome. And hey I want more beer.
He: Ya ya, got that. Connected already! It is really 100 mbps! And on the awesome part, I don't know how awesome is anyone who still uses the word "awesome".
She: Funny Haha. No, I meant I want more beer. Could you get some from the fridge?
Sheepishly he walked over to the kitchen, the fridge was stacked with just a lot of beer pints. No water bottles, some milk. And a lot of beer.
He was pretty sure he was either dead and in heaven or dreaming.
Whatever it was, he went back in with the beers, took her hands and said, "I know it's not been long but think I love you."
She was taken aback.
"And I, ahem, errr, shit this is so tough, I..I love YouTube really fast". She said. And started laughing hysterically. Stopping only to catch her breath.
He burst into laughter too. "You are mad, you know that?" he said shaking his head side to side.
"I HAVE FALLEN FOR THIS MAD PERSON, WHO IS MAD!"
They just stood there laughing for a long while. Then she walked over to where he stood and kissed him deeply.
With moist eyes, "I love you too!" she stated in a matter of fact tone. "And Beer!"
"Yeah, not in that order it seems. By the way, how much do you pay for the fibernet?" He asked.
They were laughing again. And kissing again, swallowed whole in love.
A quote on the wall just above them read,
"THEY TALKED LIKE LOVERS AND LAUGHED LIKE BEST FRIENDS."
nice nice....
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