I was on campus with my rainbow R2D2 shirt and not exactly getting looked over. As I walked to my car all the way on college avenue (it wasn't that far, it was like a 10 minute walk), not even off camps yet, the One runs into me, not literally though I am fine with a klutz.
"Hey." I smile, feeling hot and tired but happy to see him.
He grins at me and looks at my shirt, "You look absolutely amazing today!"
"Thanks! Really though?" I ask unsure.
"Are you kidding? Hands down, the hottest thing, a star wars shirt. And to top it off a sea turtle necklace." He said.
I smirk at him, "okay now you are just being sarcastic."
He laughs, "Maybe a tiny bit but honestly, you look just as beautiful as you always do, but that shit just tops it all."
I blush.
"Where are you headed?:
"My car, on college, down a little by the railroad tracks."
I'll walk you."
"I couldn't make you walk all the way there and back."
"Fine, I will make a deal with you. I'll walk you to your car then you could drive me back."
"Smart idea."
"Or maybe on the way back we could stop at a coffee place."
"Right , because there is one on the way."
And side by side we walked to my car.
-All right, you are probably thinking.... this is a weird and random conversation but I have always wanted someone to think I was beautiful, even when I was wearing my star wars t-shirt, in fact, especially when I wore that. I know that isn't that much to ask for, but it has never happened, so I figured I would write the One doing it.
I have throughout my college years written small journal entries, more like short stories of how I imagined certain situations happening differently if I had the One (As in that one true love) in my life. Romantic, and yes maybe a bit silly, it has still made me feel better about certain situations and in a way learn more about what type of guy I want in my life.
Friday, November 1, 2013
Conversation #2 Star Wars
I am an absolute writer, not someone who imagines themselves an amazing writer, but one who cannot breathe if she does not write. I also cannot go a day without going outside. I watch a movie every night and they always effect my life as do books and musics. I read classics, love serving others, and learning new things about this planet everyday.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Conversation # 1
Before I attempt to post my first writing of conversations with the one, you all might want to know a few things. Whenever I refer to the one in these stories, I just mean the one I love and will marry eventually, since he is fictional at this point and I have not met him yet, I had to just call him by a vague name and the one is what I came up with. Also, my parents work with international students at the university I go to. I have been hanging out with people from other countries since I was six years old and am now 20. We often have events at our house and events at other places too, hence the setting of this story. Sometimes these conversations are set in times and places that actually did occur but I imagined how it would have been different with The One and others are just stories I made up around The One.
Excited as I was to participate in another amazingly fun international potluck at our home, my own hormones and shyness destroyed the entire night for me. Even on my best night tons of new people invading my home causes my confidence to lower, especially when about half of them aren't even international students we invited.
After declining an invitation to play ping pong once or twice (even though if the One really had been playing ping pong I would have never declined) I cleaned up a little as an "excuse". The One (yes, that is his name, not really, but in these stories he is an undiscovered person so I have no other options) watches me carefully and begins to devise a plan to get out of the ping pong game himself (in this story, The One is playing ping pong, I was just saying before if he had been real I would have played the game instead of excusing myself, but for the story's sake I made it a bit more complicated). He plays one round as I throw away the last place.
"I think I am going to take a break." He says.
"Why?" the gang asks.
"I will help Jess (that's me :) Jessica) clean up." (Yes, he calls me Jess. I feel like the people closest to me always end up calling me Jess). As he gets away I disappear. "Do you know where Jessica went?" He asked someone at one of the tables.
"Inside, I think." He dashes in, smiles at the other guests, gives one of the kids a grin, offers my mom some help, and follows my trail to the living room.
There I am, retreated to the little kids hang out, my on constant refuge.
The two kids are playing monopoly while I watch. The One sits down on the floor next to me and pats my leg. I turn to him and smile.
"Why aren't you playing ping pong?" I asked.
"I can do that whenever. Besides, I could ask you the same question." He replies.
"Are you?"
"No. So, what are we playing?" He turns to the kids.
"Monopoly Junior." They reply. He picks up a dollar bill (fake).
"I wonder what this is for... looks like it might taste good!" He slowly moves the dollar closer to his open mouth.
"No!" We all shout and I grab his hand. We all laugh.
We talk about our fond memories of playing monopoly jr. as kids and eventually begin a game of Candy land. I have a test to study for, but the night didn't seem so awful anymore.
Excited as I was to participate in another amazingly fun international potluck at our home, my own hormones and shyness destroyed the entire night for me. Even on my best night tons of new people invading my home causes my confidence to lower, especially when about half of them aren't even international students we invited.
After declining an invitation to play ping pong once or twice (even though if the One really had been playing ping pong I would have never declined) I cleaned up a little as an "excuse". The One (yes, that is his name, not really, but in these stories he is an undiscovered person so I have no other options) watches me carefully and begins to devise a plan to get out of the ping pong game himself (in this story, The One is playing ping pong, I was just saying before if he had been real I would have played the game instead of excusing myself, but for the story's sake I made it a bit more complicated). He plays one round as I throw away the last place.
"I think I am going to take a break." He says.
"Why?" the gang asks.
"I will help Jess (that's me :) Jessica) clean up." (Yes, he calls me Jess. I feel like the people closest to me always end up calling me Jess). As he gets away I disappear. "Do you know where Jessica went?" He asked someone at one of the tables.
"Inside, I think." He dashes in, smiles at the other guests, gives one of the kids a grin, offers my mom some help, and follows my trail to the living room.
There I am, retreated to the little kids hang out, my on constant refuge.
The two kids are playing monopoly while I watch. The One sits down on the floor next to me and pats my leg. I turn to him and smile.
"Why aren't you playing ping pong?" I asked.
"I can do that whenever. Besides, I could ask you the same question." He replies.
"Are you?"
"No. So, what are we playing?" He turns to the kids.
"Monopoly Junior." They reply. He picks up a dollar bill (fake).
"I wonder what this is for... looks like it might taste good!" He slowly moves the dollar closer to his open mouth.
"No!" We all shout and I grab his hand. We all laugh.
We talk about our fond memories of playing monopoly jr. as kids and eventually begin a game of Candy land. I have a test to study for, but the night didn't seem so awful anymore.
I am an absolute writer, not someone who imagines themselves an amazing writer, but one who cannot breathe if she does not write. I also cannot go a day without going outside. I watch a movie every night and they always effect my life as do books and musics. I read classics, love serving others, and learning new things about this planet everyday.
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- I am an absolute writer, not someone who imagines themselves an amazing writer, but one who cannot breathe if she does not write. I also cannot go a day without going outside. I watch a movie every night and they always effect my life as do books and musics. I read classics, love serving others, and learning new things about this planet everyday.