He hardly ever talks to me. And if he does, he just hints. Or rather hints at hints. And he looks at me and keeps quiet. He's been doing it ever since I've known him — well over twenty years already. Just looking at me and maybe letting a short chuckle out. If I were to be Yossarian, he would make the perfect Orr. Him grinning at me with imaginary horse chestnuts in his mouth and me having no clue what it's all about. The revelation? It hardly comes. No, let me correct that: It's non-existent.
I can get mad as much as I want, nevertheless I cannot help but love the guy. Having a brother like him is highly entertaining. And great, no matter how one looks at it.
It's a lazy Sunday afternoon and I'm having a very late lunch with my girl. Sipping the tea and watching Blaze of Glory on MTV in the back, we chat. How's he, she asks, when is he getting married?
When are you getting married?, a question pops on his iPhone few seconds later while I continue to sip my tea.
Whatever happened in next two minutes is a mystery to me. Did I puzzle him? I wish but I may never know! Then the message buzzes. A firm date, just three months from now. Don't tell anybody, I'm to announce it yet, he adds.
I cannot help but love the guy.
26 February 2013
08 February 2013
Tripping
Dead tired. So naturally dead tired. It's 2 AM. I'm still not sleeping. Insomnia, my closest friend, stays with me through the night. I'm to wake up at 4 — latest! — to go somewhere a.k.a. to socialise for business.
Hours earlier, I was sitting in a suburban restaurant, sipping water and eating chocolate cake. We chitchatted until late. I suppose I could have kissed her on my way home or maybe even take her to her place or mine and see what would happen next. Nope. I went home, so nonchalantly missing a chance.
This guy here wants you, she was told by a tipsy lady who was trying to guess what's really between us. There's nothing, I said. It's purely platonic. So be it.
It's 8 AM. I'm sitting on a plane, trying to fall asleep somehow. At least for an instant, it would help. I see things. And amongst them, I see how this squat of mine should look one day. I finally cracked it, Steve had said. I'm perplexed. Now? It's insane but I'm loving it.
Two days later, after I socialised enough, I'm back. Weary as ever. As soon as I alight from the plane, I'm meeting my long-legged slender architect. She's close to perfect, wouldn't it be for drinking beer and chain-smoking. I finally cracked it, I'm explaining with a grin. She hates it but accepts.
I have a plan now. And still am dead tired. So naturally dead tired I'm dropping to bed unconscious. Well, that's a start!
Hours earlier, I was sitting in a suburban restaurant, sipping water and eating chocolate cake. We chitchatted until late. I suppose I could have kissed her on my way home or maybe even take her to her place or mine and see what would happen next. Nope. I went home, so nonchalantly missing a chance.
This guy here wants you, she was told by a tipsy lady who was trying to guess what's really between us. There's nothing, I said. It's purely platonic. So be it.
It's 8 AM. I'm sitting on a plane, trying to fall asleep somehow. At least for an instant, it would help. I see things. And amongst them, I see how this squat of mine should look one day. I finally cracked it, Steve had said. I'm perplexed. Now? It's insane but I'm loving it.
Two days later, after I socialised enough, I'm back. Weary as ever. As soon as I alight from the plane, I'm meeting my long-legged slender architect. She's close to perfect, wouldn't it be for drinking beer and chain-smoking. I finally cracked it, I'm explaining with a grin. She hates it but accepts.
I have a plan now. And still am dead tired. So naturally dead tired I'm dropping to bed unconscious. Well, that's a start!
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