After that movie date disaster, I moved on to the next plan. A friend asked me to take on a dinner assignment somewhere near Good Guy’s workplace. I thought it was a best excuse to invite Good Guy over and scrutinize him further layer to layer. I had it scheduled and informed him about it a week before. Who would refuse a free dinner, right?
The big day came after a pretty bad week in the office. It culminated in a hyper-charged Friday and as expected of an unlucky day, I went through that exasperating series of unfortunate events. That meeting in the office did not go quite well as I ended up grilled to ashes on my seat. On my way, I almost mauled a taxi driver for his overcharging meter and he dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. I had to walk 5 blocks on heels because freaky taxi drivers decided to become choosy of their destinations that day.
The world has gone mad.
When I reached the restaurant, I was already in a fight mood. I was this angry volcano ready to spew out hot molten lava at slightest provocation.
Good Guy came a bit late and he apologized profusely. While we’re having dinner and catching up on our post-movie date lives, I was mentally assessing whether I wanted him to be a boyfriend or just a friend who I only see four times a year. The basic question was “Why do I like Good Guy?”. Then, a whole lot more. Was it because he got promoted? Overflowing talent? Kindness? Or was it because I was left with very few choices since my prospects have recently crossed over to the “dark side” to become pink butterflies?
What would his best friend my ex-boyfriend say? And why in the world my ex's opinion still matter?
It turned out that the seismic effect of our first meeting on him has gradually worn down in the passing of time. I don't blame him. After all, that was almost a decade ago when I still held the throne of his ideal mate. People change and their preferences shift from Jollibee to McDo and then Burger King. While Good Guy morphed into a rock star from an obscure and extremely shy guy, I remained the faithful girlfriend of his best friend. Now, there is no compelling reason why he would waste his time on someone who is not even Jessica Alba's toes nor the penguin she fed in the movie. Women started rearing their heads toward his direction. What sort of peculiarities do I have to stand out in the mob?
The truth is I was the only one experiencing the after-shocks while he was there enjoying his gyoza.
The dinner lasted for an hour. The conversation progressed from appetizers to museum curators, dead people and nothing else. There was no after-dinner-let’s-have-coffee talks, not even a walk in that polluted park. He had to go back to work. I was also tired and sleepy and my feet hurt already. I was pretty exhausted for anything romantic I fell asleep in the bus.
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