“But you know you have to stop
this excessive drinking, right?” Sophie muttered with elated countenance after
checking the test result. She held her hands across my shoulder, gazing into my
dazzled eyes like a toddler, with mixed emotions.
“I promise, but I still need one
of us to at least remember what exactly happened” I said, still trying to
recover. She squints like a shy little girl, shaking her head lightly...
She then quickly left me, grabbed
her silver-plated purse from the dining and headed for the door. She blew me a
kiss as she shut the door behind her.
Few minutes later, my phone
beeps.
“I’m so sorry about my attitude.
I’ve read the mail you sent me over 10 times and I saw a lot of sense in what
you said. I was thinking, maybe, we should hangout by weekend to at least talk.
Let me know what you think. Jane”
It took me like another 10minutes
to know it was that depressed cutie on Facebook I chatted up some hours ago.
How she got my number was still a mystery until I discovered I have it in my
Gmail signature.
Oops! I wasn’t ready for any date
any time soon. Well, maybe that was the gynophobic me but I truly I’m not.
I called up Neil as always but he
said “Dude, I can’t keep doing this for
you anymore. Just do what you have to do.”
At that point, I was left with
just an option; never reply the SMS and pretend as if I never saw it in the
first place. That was exactly what I did.
I flipped my laptop opened,
turned on my Wi-Fi and a message pops in my mail…
“I know you got my text and I’m
sure you’re still angry at me. Please I’m really sorry. I still expect your
reply as a sign I’m forgiven. And please, I’d love us to see. Jane”.
I was going to attend to a
client’s job but I lost every ounce of zest in me to work. I closed my laptop,
called up Sophie and she’s of the opinion I should try and see her to at least
hear her out and that I was the one who initiated the help in the first place,
so I should live up to it.
You know when it feels like you
wanted to help but you just aren’t sure how and where exactly that could lead
to? That was it for me. I wished I never offered to, but since it’s done, I
have to face my demons once again – the fact that beside Sophie, I still cannot
face a lady.
I thought my encounter with
Annabel helped somehow, but the way I felt at the thought of a date with Jane,
I don’t know.
As I hit send on Jane’s reply,
Neil entered with some fresh fruits in a Grubbies-customized nylon, like he
knew I so needed it.
*Deep breath*
The day was saved!
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