The conversation I've shared with one of my best friends over the past few days has revolved around the happenings of a quick minute- she's been mulling over her encounter with a random cutie. He sat on the bus next to her, kept himself occupied with his computer programming work, and gushed a huge smile as they exchanged pleasantries in that awkward-getting-off-the-bus-without-inappropriately-brushing-past-someone-or-losing-your-balance challenge. That was all she saw of him, but it's been lingering with her still.
So that you understand to what extent I am talking about, here is a snippet of one of our text conversations:
dat 9.5 wallah
Yeah, Clark Kent material. And she choked.
Now my friend isn't some shy wallflower. True, she has a wholesome sort of look, but she has a fan club at her gym, and in the many years I've known her, has never cowered shy of an opportunity- romantic or otherwise. Why did she freak out this time? Was it because he seemed like 'dream guy' material?
Whether it be that random exchange student, or the stranger on the train, we've all had that one encounter where we've choked with a dream person -and as one of my friends so eloquently put it- screamed into a pillow and cranked up the Drizzy. I remember when it happened to me:
I had been frustrated with trying to juggle uni, my new job (complete with evil manager and all), and the lack of decent guys in my social circle. So much so that I ranted it out on my dad (poor thing) and somehow went on a tangent, rambling about the heavy and uneven roller shutters at work that made me feel like the grandma on the blockout ads.
"Look Layal, speaking as a man, take my advice. For once, stop being a stubborn brat and trying to lock the door yourself, failing, then bribing me to come pick you up and lock it for you. Play cutie and ask a random stranger to help you, if he does, make him your boyfriend- that's 2 birds with one stone, then go focus on your bloody studies please"
I laughed and told my dad if that ever happened, I would definitely seize the opportunity. Then in a typical daughterly fashion, I dismissed his advice and instead went on that early-20s trip where you try to 'find yourself'.
I came back to work feeling refreshed. And then I stuffed up straight away. I forgot to do an urgent stock transfer and knew my manager would skin me alive for it. So I had the crazy idea of sneaking into work on a Wednesday night, dropping off the transfers, doing the paper work, and sneaking out. I got the stock. I disabled the alarm system. I did my work in the dark (hello, security cameras). I remembered to turn the alarm system back on. I was locking the roller shutters with a fat-cat smile on my face like 'damn I'm actually going to get away with this'.
Then I saw 2 big forms heading towards me. FUARK IM GONNA GET JUMPED. LOCK THE DOOR GIRL. LOCK THE STUPID SHUTTER. It wasn’t closing so I looked back up at the guys. The one at the front had a massive beard, bushy charcoal eyebrows, a scowl on his face, Adidas track pants, and a duffel bag. IM GETTING JUMPED FOR SURE. I decided to look down at the shutter and hope they would walk past me. The first form walked past. All of a sudden- "Excuse me, Miss-"
Miss? What kind of thug calls someone Miss? I looked up and saw this tall, broad shouldered guy with thick, feathery brown eyebrows, dark eyes, and a square jaw. "Do you need help closing that door?"
Was this for real?
'Uh, no thanks I'm fine' FUARK LAYAL. WHY DID YOU SAY NO. WHYY. "Oh ok, well could you tell us how to get out of this shopping centre?" I ushered smugly to the escalator directly in front of me. Then I realised it had been locked off. 'Err, no not really. Sorry' I turned back to my beloved shutters. The scowling one proceeded to walk. "But then how will you find your way out? I'll wait with you"
And he waited for me to lock those damn shutters. Then we walked around the locked off centre trying to find a way out. "What's your name?" 'Layal' "Nice to meet you Layal, my name's Dennis", he stuck out his hand. A handshake? Can this guy get any more adorable? I asked myself. My eyes darted and I saw scowl-face rolling his eyes.
Eventually, we found a fire escape, and left the shopping centre. "Well, I'm going this way" he motioned. 'I'm going that way' I said. Then those awkward seconds of just standing there took place. And then for some reason I buckled and said in a high-pitched voice 'Ok then, bye!!' and hurried off. What the. 'Okay, bye'??? What even- why?
I'm still kicking myself as to why the only time I ever choked was for a dream guy.
So why do we do this? Seriously, I want to know. Is it because we are just taken aback, or is there some subconscious meaning to it? And has anybody ever not choked? Did it end up well, or do you have some sort of consolation for my friend with her Clark Kent look-a-like? One of those 'its-all-in-your-head, they-weren't-actually-that-good'/'you-always-want-what-you-can't-have' clichés? Because I've tried the 'you-always-end-up-with-the-one-you-least-expect-the-one-who-was-your-friend-all-along', but I wasn't that convincing. Please let me know.
And PS, Dennis if you see this, holla at your girl