He was three hours late. He actually forgot about the whole thing. He thought since I didn't show up for their art exhibit the other night, I wasn't interested. I did texted him, but since he changed cellphones, my name didn't register and he isn't the type to text "hu u?".
Although I tried to amuse myself with what the mall has to offer, it really is no fun to window shop alone. I was secretly glad my sister wasn't available to join us, but I wished she was with me at that time. With ample time to spend, I had perfected what I was going to tell him. I wasn't mad. Most girls would be, but I wasn't into it. Besides, I'm tired; getting mad tales effort.
When he came up to me, I hesitated to speak. I realized, I was a little bummed and I wasn't sure I would sound friendly. I think he had spoken five sentences before I blurted out that he should never do it again. "It" meaning make a girl wait for three hours.
We walked towards the National Gallery. As we were about to cross Taft Ave. he suddenly gripped my hand, I pressed back and then I saw the bus that nearly hit us. (The traffic sign said walk!) His touch didn't send tingling shivers through out my body. I guess, when you realize you almost got hit by a bus tingling shivers are the last thing you will feel. The museum was already close when we got there. Sayang.
We walked towards the park. He suggested something to get something to eat. But I was more tired than hungry so we sat on one of the benches. I hadn't been at that park in years. It was refreshing. You wouldn't hear the traffic sounds (which is weird because there was a road right beside it), the tree offer soothing shades and the students practicing their dance routine add life to the scene. It is a nice place to sit and talk.
Beside me, sat a guy who is more updated about my life right now than most of my friends. I've told him things I would never tell my sister. I don't think I really know much about him except that we like a lot of similar things and we sort of connect. But at that moment, we don't know what to talk about. I'm afraid I bored him. (not entirely my fault, I was already tired!) I guess, we were still adjusting to each other's presence, okay maybe I am still adjusting. Normally, friends get closer as they spend time with one another and share experiences. We became friends while facing a screen.
He has really long eyelashes. Long straight eyelashes. Like Bambi's. Ha! He wanted me to open up, like tell him my deepest desires, fears, wishes and secrets. So, its not enough that I've told him things I would never tell people who have known me since birth. He wants all walls down. I don't that. Well, at least not immediately.
He can be pretty charming and irritating at the same time. He won't shut up about the whole never-been-kissed-and-not-having-a-boyfriend thing. He finished high school at Ateneo, no wonder he can be such a smart ass. But he really is smart. And funny. And a little awkward, which is cute. And most of all, he is scary. because I know he can disarm me. I realized that when he was being silent and his eyes were looking tired.
Yes, there was one time I wanted to kick him but there was a couple of times when I wished he will hold my hand instead of holding on to my shoulder. Seriously, who holds on to one's shoulder?
He is getting into my system. You know, like a liquid slowly seeping through the door. It seems that I want to keep him at arms lenght but I also feel like just grabbing his hand and fly.
or something close to that. something more realistic and if possible, less scary.
He's got really long eyelashes.
