Random Encounter …

A boy meets a girl he never knew before.

The boy: I definitely think you are beautiful. Can I marry you or are you taken? [he smiles] I have a big big heart, you can either swim or dance in it, whichever you prefer, it will be yours if you want it. That is a horrible pick up line, isn’t it? Okay, I ruined it. You know what, goodbye! For your information, I am only kidding about the marriage proposal. Don’t freak out. But I am serious about the compliment that you are beautiful. Don’t you laugh at me. I am dead serious. Okay I am kidding. No, I am serious. Yes, I am kidding.

The girl: [astonished], Wait a minute, what is going on here? You don’t even give people a chance to say stuff! You just babble. And where are you going? [She thinks this guy is a player gone rogue]

The boy: Oh, you want to marry me, you don’t want me to leave, Okay I will stay then, I totally misread your body language. Thank goodness, she wants to marry me, hallelujah! Woohoo!

The girl: [laughing out loud] Take it easy boy, what is wrong with you? What is up with all the stuff you are saying? I am kinda lost.

The boy: Fine, now you don’t want to marry me. You know what, go marry that guy, you see that guy walking down the street, he is tall and handsome, he is probably rich too, you never know, what do I know! I am so dumb. I am so stupid! I hate myself! I hate this world! I am going to kill myself!

The girl: wow, okay, okay, definitely something is wrong here! You don’t even know me, yet you wanna marry me? Is this some kind of a prank or what? Have you been stalking me all along?

The boy: [laughing] now you take me serious, don’t you? yes you do, you think I am gonna marry you. No, I am not going to marry you, I have changed my mind, I am going to ask that girl out, you see the girl over there, she looks cuter than you, she is hot, very hot!

The girl: whatever, loser!

The boy: [laughing] don’t be mad, am only joking. That girl may look hot, but you are beautiful. So how about I buy you a coffee or something at the cafe in front of us?

[The girl, totally confused and somehow annoyed, walks away from him. He must be crazy, she thinks.]

[Three months later they meet again at a cafe… he smiles at her. She remembers who he is but pretends she doesn’t know him … this time, however, he doesn’t bother her. He just sits in one of the tables quietly and starts reading some book.]

The girl: Oh look who is here. The guy that wanted to marry me! Now he does not want to marry me. I guess he must be taken or he is just not in the mood to talk. But I want to marry him. He is handsome. I have a big big heart, he can either swim or dance in it, whichever he prefers, it will be his if he wants it. That is a horrible pick up line, isn’t it? Okay, I ruined it! You know what, goodbye! For your information, I am only kidding about the marriage proposal. Don’t freak out. But I am serious about the compliment that you are handsome. Don’t you laugh at me. I am dead serious. Okay I am kidding. No, I am serious. Yes, I am kidding.

The boy: [laughing] okay you got me! … wait, where are you going?

The girl: Oh, you want to marry me, you don’t want me to leave, Okay I will stay then, I totally misread your body language. Thank goodness, he wants to marry me, hallelujah! Woohoo!

The boy: [laughing again] okay, okay, let’s take it easy, I know you are retaliating, and I totally understand it, let’s sit down and talk, shall we?

The girl: You think I am gonna marry you, don’t you? Silly boy, no, I am not going to marry you, I have changed my mind, I am going to ask that guy out, you see the guy over there, he looks cuter than you, he is hot, very hot, he may even be rich, what do I know! Oh, I am so smart, I love myself, I love this world!

The boy: whatever, loser!

The girl: [laughing] ooh, look who’s mad now?! Don’t be mad, am only joking; you started this, remember? That guy may look hot, but you are handsome. So how about I buy you a coffee, huh?

The boy: [laughing out laud] well, now we are talking! [laughing more] Damn, girl, you memorized all that? You have such a good memory! I only remember some of the stuff you said last time.

The girl: Coz first you didn’t let me talk, you babbled pretty much throughout the conversation (am not even sure if I can call that a conversation), so I only said few things; second you did not know then that you were messing with the wrong girl! [She gives him a gleeful smile]

The boy: I sure was messing with the wrong girl! [laughing]

[Before she sits next to him she buys him coffee. They spend the rest of the day together, laughing, and throwing jokes here and there. And now, 2 weeks later, they are dating, they seem happy. They are no longer strangers, but two weirdo lovers that enjoy each other’s company.]

Fiction.

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16 thoughts on “Random Encounter …

    1. “Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination by giving it the form of reality. This is quite opposite to our own natural tendency which is to anticipate reality by imagining it, or to flee from it by idealizing it. That is why we shall never inhabit true fiction; we are condemned to the imaginary and nostalgia for the future.”

      Jean Baudrillard =)

      1. Oo la la 🙂 One more French thought on fiction and imagination for you:

        “A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single [person] contemplates it, bearing within him [or her] the image of a cathedral.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 🙂

  1. hmm … well that takes us back to square one, isn’t it? 🙂 … I think that the cathedral ceases to be imagination once it is created. The created piece is what I consider fiction since it never existed before in realty, but only as a pile of rock. … just like the characters in book are first imagination, and the moment they become words on paper, and have their own life, they become fictional characters, etc …

  2. They become fiction fer others.. The person who creates them holds them in his imagination.. But yes you are right… Once on paper the imagination crosses the boundaries of our minds. Its open. Its fiction. Maybe not as real as there within the organ between our ears.. =P

    1. Here is something you may like: “I remembered a story of how Bach was approached by a young admirer one day and asked, “But Papa Bach, how do you manage to think of all these new tunes?” “My dear fellow,” Bach is said to have answered, according to my version, “I have no need to think of them. I have the greatest difficulty not to step on them when I get out of bed in the morning and start moving around my room.”” — Laurens Van der Post

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