She was asked along to her friends house for some drinks, she brings a bottle of wine with the intension to drink a glass or too. An hour passes and cards have started to disappear from the ring around a cup filled with a deadly concoction of alcohol.
Half a bottle down. A guy in a suit walks in and apologises for being late. Excuses were made about work and comments were made about not drinking, immediately she feels self conscious that half her bottle had gone. Feeling a little lightheaded, she studies the suited guy and he seems familiar. She begins to search her hazy memory for any idea of who he is? Nothing.
Another hour passes and she is sure the suited guy dislikes her loud, bubbly personality. She has embarrassed herself by doing an atrocious dance move only to be seen by badly dancing uncles at weddings. Otherwise known as the cabbage patch. When the suited guy looks at his phone and asks for her name again. She informs him and he shares to everyone that he has her number. To her confusion she looks in her phone, there is no one under his name? Then the haze around who he is clears, she had saved a number of a guy who added her on Facebook, hence the contact name ‘Facebook guy’ and not his real name.”I know who you are!” she shouts. “I’ve been texting you all summer. I can’t believe you didn’t know who I am? I knew I recognised you!”
His face looks horrified, and he claims “ I’ve never seen you in my life? I don’t recognize your face at all.”
To confirm she messages him saying hi. He doesn’t reply. They pass a sort of ‘oh,-hey-i-can’t-believe-it?’ Look and a flirty eye to each other and they seem to avoid eye contact the rest of the night. She notices the tension in the room. A large part of it coming from a girl sitting in the corner of the room, who throughout the night kept touching and talking directly to the suited guy. The atmosphere turned awkward, and two conversations emerged separating the two groups.
Minuets later she was leaving with her friends with the hope that he will give her a hug and say goodbye in privately but instead he just walked off to his house across the road with the girl from the corner and said bye.
That night she reminisced over their conversations, she found him frustrating, he would never open up. He would never answer questions and he would always ask, ‘tell me something nice’. In all fairness she didn’t care for him at all, she thought he was arrogant and a little pompous. Yet when his identity was revealed she was strangely drawn to him.
Ironically one of the last things they text each other was “do you think we will ever meet up?”
she said... 