The first time for a guy to approach woman during his life, be
it a senseless dare or pure admiration, somehow or another, ounce
of energy will gradually flow in you until it accumulates pass a
climax, then a sudden urge of doing silly things to know her
happens. Before you know it, everything happens in a flash, and
when you think back, you wondered how on earth did you manage to do
or say something as retard.
I am in similar hypothetical situation.
I observed her since two days and for some diabolical reasons,
something stuck me, whispering to me in telepathy mode that I have
to know her. Must have one of Cupid's bow shot went haywire and got
into me - my eyes never left her. She is petite and small, with
long flawless hair. Her features were well defined - especially her
eyes that captured my soul in the first wink I caught from her. She
is not those drop-dead gorgeous model's style, but when she smiles
and her two dimples creases into her cheeks deeply, nothing on
earth is sweeter than her. Her charisma and the air that saturates
around her is angelic and when I am near her, to close for comfort
(it'ssimply stressing), she smelled like a walking
conditioner.
I have to know her, if I want this piece of dream to turn into
reality. If it were something of my forte, it would have been as
simple as snapping my fingers, but I had never approach a girl
before. What do you expect from someone who studied in an all guys
school since Primary One and not even a single sister at home?
Female of similar age don't exist in my environment since I
graduated from kindergarten, which was like years ago?
Today is the last day of school, which means starting from
tomorrow, two months worth of vacation began. Then, my chances of
seeing her will be zero because she doesn't even stay near me; she
stayed near my good friend, Jerry, private estate. Fate has enabled
us to meet because two days back, because I have been going to
Jerry's house and I would only see her at the bus stop. So
everything needs to be done today!
She is sitting in front of me and my mind is virtually blank,
thinking of a good way to start a decent conversation with
her.
Then, the bus appeared into sight and my set my pulse racing - I am
losing my time resources!
The bus slowed down to a gradually stop and we both board it.
I chose a seat near the back and sat down, watching her walked
passed me and sat behind. A wave of uneasiness washed over me as I
could even sense her gaze on my back. There was an internal war
waging inside me as I am fighting against trying to walk over to
introduce myself and to remain rational.
Finally our stop came and we got down.
She walked at a quickened pace, reckoning that I am stalking her
behind. Every seconds is slipping passed me and beads of sweats
broke out at strategic part of my forehead. I can't let this final
chance go by!
She went through the gate of the estate by now and my mind is in
state of desperation. Watching her gradually moving towards her
block is unimaginable.
Come on Cloud you could do it! OR you are gonna lose this chance
forever!?
A surge of false strength filled my veins as I ran towards her.
When I came arm length distance from her, I delivered a light tap
onto her shoulder.
She turned around, as if expecting all that would happen and gave
me a curious look.
Hi, I was...was wondering if I...I...could get to know you and be
your friend??
All the energy in me had expanded in this stuttering sentence I
blurted. My face is beginning to blush red with shyness as I waited
for any respond.
She smiled faintly and gosh, that nearly sweep me off my
feet.
Five minutes went by and everything happened as smoothly as any
successful mission. We exchanged numbers and I learned that she is
not exactly local; she is a half Japanese who came to Singapore to
study. Her name is Yukiko, which means snow in Japanese ?like her
unblemished skin, fair and silky-like.
Then she said she had to leave and with a dumb smile reciprocating
her sweet ones, we parted.
I looked back at her for one final time, before running and yelling
at the top of my voice that I made it. Did I mention knocking onto
the lamppost and actually apologized to it?
(To be continued...)
