Oh! You know I wasn't just listening to conversations.... right? I was actually finding weak points in her chats.
Oh yeah, every bad guy knows how to do that. There were over thousands of points in her conversation with my boss that any serious guy could start a conversation with and end up telling her his feelings. A timid and reticent guy like me couldn't even utter a word.
All I could do was to pray that God works some miracle until she left the shop. I was very angry at myself as she left because I felt that was my opportunity to at least get her name and phone number if she had any. As I closed from work in the evening on my way home, I could see nothing else apart from the imaginary photograph her cute face.
I imagined to the extent of imagining her juicy lips moving ups and downs as if she was telling me something sweet in real life. I was walking like a frustrated blind guy. At some point I fell into a ditch and that was when I realized that it is true that Love is blind. Immediately I got home, I went for pen and paper because that is where I can pour out what is deep inside my heart for her.
As I tried to write my love letter, then the devil in my head popped out a question; "What makes you think she will have time reading news paper?". I dropped the pen and paper like somebody asked me to. That very night, I didn't eat because I was busily imagining the beautiful creature I saw during the day and how to break her unique code. As I map out strategies to approach her in my head, I was also wishing the day breaks as early as possible.
At 4:00am, I was already out of bed still mapping out strategies to break the code. I didn't know anything about ladies at that time but even a kid can tell that appearance counts. I woke up that dawn, checked all my clothes to see which one could possibly fetch me the three points.
At 6:00am I went to the barbering saloon and woke the barber up. I had to pay an extra cost for waking him up too early but you know, every guy will pay extra costs just to date a girl with class.
In less than 30 minutes, I have taken my bath and dressed up.
Neatly washed jean short, nice haircut with side beards, neatly ironed short hands, black shoe and black cap. Which lady won't like a slim guy with six packs?
I won't boast of color because that girl was extremely fair. At exactly 7:00am, Mr Lover, I hopped into a taxi and guess what happened when I got to the shop.
The story continues. How Love Left Me
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