I’ve met him only once before. One week ago. He was the most beautiful person I had ever met. Two years older than me, and half Greek.
Through Facebook he asked me out. No more chatting than that. Just “would like to see you, could we meet up for a cup of coffee?”. And I was like ‘oh my great god yes please right now?!”. But I wrote “Sure. When and where?”
Now. Here.
I’m watching him walk in to the cafeteria. He’s tall, dark haired and his jaw is perfectly marked, just as the cheekbones. He has that little olive tone in his skin. Wow, didn’t remember him looking so gorgeous. But how do I look? Am I really wearing the right outfit? It had taken me hours to pick it out, white Chuck Taylor-shoes, black jeans and a white, flowery tunic. Hair down and some rings on my fingers. Silver. But was it really the right choice? Was it too boring? Well, well, too late to think of that now.
Continuing… All eyes on me. Or, at least his eyes. And then a big smile. His perfect teeth shining. And that cute little cup of black coffee in his hand. He’s wearing blue jeans and a dark blue, sporty jacket. Black t-shirt underneath . Clean, black shoes. Perfect. Not too dressed up, but still handsome. Just the way I like it.
I had gone through this moment a thousand times in my head the last two days. I had even written a whole list with subjects to talk about. But I threw it in the bin. How ridiculous.
My plan was to let him talk most. I had learned that guys like girls who listen to them, give them the attention (or at least pretends to). So. I was going to ask him about his interests, his life. About him. Let him do the talking. Ask questions about the things he said. I knew that he was a basketball player. And that he played the guitar (Facebook is great).
Two metres away. A sweet little “Hi there”, and I felt like I was going to die on the spot. Cheeks blushing and butterflies all over. Did I here birds singing the background? Did someone turn spotlights on us?
Well, well. Here we go
Through Facebook he asked me out. No more chatting than that. Just “would like to see you, could we meet up for a cup of coffee?”. And I was like ‘oh my great god yes please right now?!”. But I wrote “Sure. When and where?”
Now. Here.
I’m watching him walk in to the cafeteria. He’s tall, dark haired and his jaw is perfectly marked, just as the cheekbones. He has that little olive tone in his skin. Wow, didn’t remember him looking so gorgeous. But how do I look? Am I really wearing the right outfit? It had taken me hours to pick it out, white Chuck Taylor-shoes, black jeans and a white, flowery tunic. Hair down and some rings on my fingers. Silver. But was it really the right choice? Was it too boring? Well, well, too late to think of that now.
Continuing… All eyes on me. Or, at least his eyes. And then a big smile. His perfect teeth shining. And that cute little cup of black coffee in his hand. He’s wearing blue jeans and a dark blue, sporty jacket. Black t-shirt underneath . Clean, black shoes. Perfect. Not too dressed up, but still handsome. Just the way I like it.
I had gone through this moment a thousand times in my head the last two days. I had even written a whole list with subjects to talk about. But I threw it in the bin. How ridiculous.
My plan was to let him talk most. I had learned that guys like girls who listen to them, give them the attention (or at least pretends to). So. I was going to ask him about his interests, his life. About him. Let him do the talking. Ask questions about the things he said. I knew that he was a basketball player. And that he played the guitar (Facebook is great).
Two metres away. A sweet little “Hi there”, and I felt like I was going to die on the spot. Cheeks blushing and butterflies all over. Did I here birds singing the background? Did someone turn spotlights on us?
Well, well. Here we go
