On Cupid
Little did I know that he was standing right beside me as I was trying hurriedly to call somone on my mobile. And I must say, he looks damn fine.
Me: He looks so different without his mask on.
Clara: How can he?
Me: Man, he’s hot!
Clara: *sigh*
Lost in the swirly colour-coded perfumery embrace of his charm - me trying to steal unashamed glances (for they are afterall free) - TT and Laura tsk-tsked their way till lunch time. Undeniably, this lack of friendly support shall not deter these irrepressible feelings.
(Lunchtime)
Me: So I saw him this morning yeah, and he was waaay cute.
Jimi: I don’t understand it, what’s so attractive about him?
Me: *dreamily* In so many ways, Jimi; in infinite ways.
Jimi: (turns to friend) Can you imagine that I had to act as Cupid for this girl?
Friend: What?! But he’s just..normal. Hardly a cause for celebration.
Me: Men are known to be quite picky when it comes to checking out other men - if they must. And I never told you to do it, Jimi!
Jimi: So was he wearing it?
Me: No ring still; you should up your research mettle a little bit more, you’re doing a shitty job.
Jimi: You could have at least thanked me for trying!
At the risk of sounding extremely airy-fairy - for indeed it feels quite acceptable to be reduced to a girlish tween at this stage of life - never have I giggled, nor felt my heart thump so wildly on a crush. It’s like high school, but the rewards are so much greater.
It’s a good distraction; I need this after what has happened this year.
