Today’s the day! Mom has been fussing about my love life again—not in a bad way, of course. I’ve been too busy lately! I can’t help it! It’s funny, see, how I write a song about finding someone who is perfect under my circumstance and yet I haven’t had any time to just…Go on some regular date with some random girl. I don’t know how’d happened but Mom hooked me up with her friend’s, from her cooking class with Jazzy, daughter. To be frank, I’m quite excited. I’ve been having tonnes of trainwreck dates before I left for Asia.
One girl kinda spilled her drink on me plus, it left a stain on it. It’s basically sitting in the pile of dirty laundry for the third time this week. I don’t really wanna talk about how bad it was. She’s a great girl but a little…’Klutzy’ in a different way which kinda just set my mind off a little if you get what I mean.
Then there’s another one who was just staring at me eat the whole time and I could tolerate the habit at first, after a few hours it just totally went beyond the beyond bizarre. You know what made it feel even scarier? She wasn’t much of a talker. No matter how many attempts I have tried to converse, it just completely fails because she literally couldn’t take her eyes off of me. It’s just so darn creepy.
And here’s another one: she was super great at first then as the hours grew longer being together; she got rather ‘touchy’. No, no! Not in that way. She just wants to hold hands and cuddle and stuff like that: I think that is gross. I just loathe pushing things too fast.
I like all three of them but some things are just sort of unacceptable. I can’t handle having someone be so klutzy around the house and breaking stuff, someone who just likes to make everything go so fast especially if that someone just making you feel uptight and under surveillance watch. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life having my future whoever doing those things to me 24/7.
Hopefully today’s one isn’t all of the above or else I’ll just call off this whole ‘Mom helping me find girls to get together with’ thing and do this thing on my own.
‘She’s a nice girl, about your age and height. Her mom’s a decent woman. I’m fairly sure you’ll like her by the end of the day,” Mom stood at my door with her arms crossed, smiling.
‘Oh. Alright,’ I blankly replied. I slipped on my hoodie then ran out the door. ‘Bye, Mom!’
I decided to keep her house address in my fist as I ran down the streets to her place. I’m pretty glad it wasn’t that far otherwise I’d have to waste car petrol. Besides, I needed the run.
As I hopped over the porch steps, ringing the doorbell then waiting; I didn’t know what hit me but I started to feel rather nervous. I’m not much of a judgemental person meaning I won’t judge her; it’s like something just clicked into my head. It doesn’t make sense at all. I have a feeling about this one. I have absolutely no clue what it is.
‘Oh hey! You must be…’
I was greeted by this gorgeous girl. Short (just my height, actually) and was unlike the others I have gotten to know. Shoulder-length hair, slender posture (well, her build too) and well tanned. She sounded out of this world. I can’t put adjectives into it—same goes to words.
‘David,’ I extended my arm out in front of her with a slight grin upon my face.
My palms were indeed getting a little clammy. This is something I have never felt before. ‘Don’t jump into conclusions, David, don’t. Don’t even try to make up stories in your head about it. It’s just a date Mom set up for you—nothing big. Just a date.’
After fetching her from her place, we got to walk to the nearest frozen yoghurt store due to the blazing hot day we were having. She suggested ice-cream, I like sorbets better. She suggested slushies, I suggested juice. She suggested smoothies; I asked if they were pure from fruits. I like my beverages to be ‘organic’ in a way. Both of us agreed on frozen yoghurt; we love frozen yoghurt! It’s been months since I’ve had one of those!
‘Oh man, this is so good,’ she took a humungous bite out of her spoon.
‘I know right? The sun is burning here!’
‘My mom thought she could save gas and cook on our pavement inside,’ she snorted then chuckled. I followed along.
‘My brother tanned on our patio the other day, now half of his arm is pale,’ I swung my cup around my arm to show which part was pale.
She cracked up so hard; it was uplifting to see someone that ecstatic. I’m starting to like her already! Two and a half hours and nothing weird has gone out. Huh, must be a record. Normally girls I see would just lightly giggle or chuckle. Boy, does this girl have a giant sense of humour.
‘So, what’s on our agenda today?’ she peeked into my cup, seeing whether I have finished up.
‘How ‘bout going to that park over there?’ I pointed towards the North of where we were standing.
‘Oh sure! I love parks!’ she skipped along the pavements while scooping some frozen yoghurt into her spoon, delectably. I can tell by the way she eats that she is a giant fan of food. I should stop guessing and start asking. I’m so weird.
‘So, what do you like?’
Okay, that was the first step to AwkwardVille.
‘Hmm…’ she looked thoughtful, ‘I like food—I love food. I like sunny weather, Spring, flowers, books, Science, Chemistry…Umm…I absolutely love puppies specially when they’re all chubby and stubby. ‘
She went on, on and on until we passed through the gates of the park. I didn’t mind listening to her, actually. I’m not biased; I do listen to the others. I just like her voice so much.
‘What about you?’ her voice faded off as I walked up to a man who was selling flowers. She did tell me she likes flowers. So, I got a nice, tall and long tulip.
‘Aw. That’s cute! Thanks!’ she beamed brightly at me before slipping it into her bag.
Along the way, we were chatting and starting to get along. She’d done all the talking, of course. It’d be rude to just talk about myself all day. Around the corner, we found a stall that rents roller-skates.
‘Oh hey! I used to rollerblade with my dad all the time when I was ten! Man, it’s been such a long time!’ she was wide-eyed surprised as she picked a pair of rollerskates up.
‘No way! I used to do that all the time around the neighbourhood!’
We were making astonishing faces at each other—funny ones to be exact. I couldn’t hold up my expression for long. I chuckled loudly as I watched her looking all amazed and whatnot. The man was giving a giant grin at us.
‘Would you like to try them out?’ he asked politely.
She and I exchanged glances then nodded. I was reluctant about my rollerblading stride. I wonder if I still have it in me. Gosh, what if I fall? Hope not.
‘Hey, David, look!’ she circled around me, ‘I still got it!’ Then she was laughing as she rollerbladed further in circles. Aw man, how do I stand up on these things again?
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‘Why didn’t I meet you before?! My friends thought I was odd for loving rollerblading,” she skidded to the side of the park’s pavement with a helmet and elbow pads on.
‘Rollerblading used to be my run,’ I let out one of my ‘haha’s.
‘Get out! Me too! Until, you know, I discovered track,’ her eyes wandered around the scenery.
‘So, what artists do you enjoy listening to?’
‘That was random. Uh…Didn’t I tell you earlier?’ she cocked her eyebrow.
‘No, you didn’t,’ I said with a low register with my head bent down a little.
‘Oh. Okay then. I like the Plain White-T’s. I think they’re the bomb.’ Her sleek teeth showed together with her big sunny smile.
‘Hey there Deliah, what’s it like in New York City. I’m a thousand miles away,’ I sang while I cocked my from side to side to the beat of the music playing in my absent-minded mind of mine.
‘Is there something that we don’t have in common?’ she chuckled delightfully.
‘Hmmm, I don’t know,’ I shrugged, feeling rather flushed.