Valentines day is here again and due to my not believing in love let alone at first sight(or maybe I do and am just in major denial), I feel impelled to revisit this topic and not necessarily to give my two cents either. I'm at the moment broke so that’s a luxury I cannot afford.
I happen to be inexplicably (may be not to you) drawn to girls/women and cars.... I like them fast (talking) and good looking and not necessarily in that order. Wit and something solid beneath the bon(n)et(lol) counts quite a lot too. I also happen to be nearly blind and myopia may have a lot to do with my disillusionment with cupid.
O.k maybe am not coming across as clear as I'd like so I'll relate a couple of incidences when cupid or my near sighted(less) eyes had me fooled... big time. On what else could I really blame my total ineptness when it comes to matters of the heart? Well…. Traumatic childhood, poor schooling, testosterone(the lack thereof) - Lets not get started…
Emma was the first girl I ever fell for.... I spent a day with her when she was visiting her cousin who at the time happened to be my best friend. I should clarify when I say spent - she was around but so was his(friend) Amazon of a mother... Hard to put in a word or touch for myself with her(friends mom/Emma’s aunt) enormous shadow looming over me.... not that I would have, otherwise (being the poor shy fellow I was), but it was a good enough excuse.
She was everything I knew, then, I'd ever want in a girl - completely un-shy, funny and playful. She also owned the best set of white even teeth (perfect smile and yes with the vanity gap too) I was yet to encounter. Needless to say, I was smitten speechless for most of the day with my wit (I really was born with this charming personality) only coming thru for me but a couple of times.... just enough to endear me to her - she would later tell me so herself . I was completely completely in love and could not stop thinking about her from that day till....
Anyway, I dreamt, fantasized, rehearsed and rehashed, wrote (poetry and prose), crumpled and tossed, rewrote and again crumpled and tossed. I managed to send two mails (yes… pre-email days), she managed to reply to one.... I called and we planned to rendezvous, but fate or cupid's arch enemy (whatever his name) would have none of that. You might do well to remember the communication difficulties we had before the advent of Safaricom and the likes……
Others got into the picture... I went to school with some of her former school/play mates and I was not the competitive types... Life or should I say fate happened and we were never to meet again though we did exchange greetings and well wishes via a common friend. Soon we were done with school and she was just but a distant memory... a 'what if' on numerous lonely Valentine’s days since. She's married now, apparently she found her one and it wasn’t I.
Mmmmhhhmmmmm! Lesson learnt; Its going to take more than a day together to convince a girl that I am the former owner of the rib she came from.
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Alas my dear. i fear i may have got the wrong prescritpion and ended up with KK-coloured glasses, coz i see myself once again. Tragic,(heeheee), i'm trying to keep a straight face as i lament...;)
As for Emma, she has no idea what she passed up, which is good as it leaves some of us still in the running?
PS : on a very un-sleepy note, there's something very endearing about this post. a glimpse inside the bottle perhaps? coz if it is, i'm looking, and i like what i see.
well Crys.... if it helps.... I've '... dreamt, fantasized, rehearsed and rehashed, wrote (poetry and prose), crumpled and tossed, rewrote and again crumpled and tossed.....' all week
:"> (that's how you spell 'blush' on messenger). ;-)
Juciy, time to move to the update.
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