A.k.a Jeffrey’s and Jennifer’s birthday.. (forgot to wish both of them a happy birthday)
Paul and I held a brief conversation through SMS. I initiated the conversation with a missive that I might have to reschedule tomorrow’s date as I had a little “accident”. It was only a tiny bruising on my nose, and it wouldn’t stop me from seeing him at all, but I wanted to see how he’s doing and to hear from him – “R u okay?.. What happened?” Bingo, I thought, just how I wanted it to begin.
I wonder how he felt when he got those text messages from me: happy, annoyed, frustrated, or nothing at all? C’mon, guys like him – flirty, sweet, good-looking, tall, humourous and generous – get messages from pretty or hot girls all the time. He even mentioned to me that he has lots of female friends in HK, so what am I? Just another girl in small city HK, plain and mediocre. Therefore, I assume he’ll just treat my text messages as daily junk. Oh wellz…
What can I say? I’ve a big crush on him, I would like to hug him and tell him out loud, “I like you! I am attracted to you. I think you’re very nice and sweet. I like almost everything about you.” No way, I can’t. Okay, so I’ll stop dreaming about him for a bit. Anyway, I replied his messages swiftly and tried not to sound desperate at all; dropping compliments, subtly asked for some, and tried to keep myself on his mind. Why, I’d grin to myself while messaging him and said at my heart, “I hope this will end up to sth lovely and pleasant.”
If not… then we can always stay as friends. I mean, I can take no for an answer.
