The first time I meet a person, I like to look at their eyes. Then, into their eyes. It is said that a person's eyes are the windows to their souls. When a person laughs, you can tell if he/ she is laughing wholeheartedly, or he/she is just patronising you and is not being sincere.
There's something about him that drew me to him... His eyes... The first time i saw him, we connected immediately. My gal friend had asked me to join her and her colleagues in a discotheque. She said that this is a bunch of people of similar age group, and they're great fun. I jumped at the chance! It's been sometime since I had really socialised, and I needed to get out.
After my period of severe, manic-depression, it's time to have a new lease of life, had to bring the fun back into the "old" Marilyn. Well, I was single and available at the time, no harm socialising.
Those beautiful hazelnut brown eyes... mysterious, but alluring. I like that in a man.
No, I did not fall head over heels in love with him, not at first sight anyway, but of course, I like the attention he's giving, and I had liked to indulge in a primitive mating game called FLIRTING.
We were soon going out late at night for coffee and conversation, from discussing everything under the sun, to having little intellectual debates.
An intelligent guy, this chap, and this is the top attraction for me. Plus, he's a looker too.
There was one night, after a hard-partying session where all of us were pissed-drunk, and the whole time, my head was on his shoulder. Without warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I reciprocated.
Damn cupid! Setting two persons up who has no fate with each other!
He had hinted that he's not the right guy for me (isn't it obvious?), and asked me to settle with a good guy.
We parted mutually. Can't really say parted, we had never started anything. We just stopped communicating with each other. We both know that we'll end up apart somehow, some time.
I realised then that I had fallen deeply for him. Whether he still even remembers me now, I have my doubts, but I do not care.
I had never regretted, and will never regret, loving him, till this day. I have never regretted loving a person, only regretted that it never lasted.
A friend had asked, why do girls fall in love with bad boys?
I don't have the answer, but we just do. The only difference is that the "salvation" in this is whether the girl is able to see that there'll be no happy ending.
Hey, I have settled down with a good guy.
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