Friday, October 06, 2006

That night




I have to document this. It’s one of the things in life that matters so much, I’m afraid I’ll forget them. Every little detail of it. My memory's very bad. Thanks to all the after-effects of things one shouldn’t take. On that note, I’m glad to be telling my friends that it’s been more than a year since I’ve touched it.

Okay okay, if you will gather round, I have an announcement to make.

I’ve got a girlfriend now.

And that lady who’s undeservedly mine, is Ms. Irresistible. (that name itself, has a story that’s worthy of a post entirely its own)

I didn’t know it’s such a big thing. Announcing this to our friends is like announcing that we’re getting married or engaged. Maybe because it’s the fact that we’ve been dating for quite a long time. Well, to the fickle-minded and the short-attention-spanned me, 6 months back from april IS a long time. and anyone whom we tell the good news to, in turn CONGRATULATES us. And to all of youz who did, Thanks. We know you’re happy for us.

So what happened that day was we went to KLCC. I wanted us to go somewhere other than the usual 1U. I love 1U. Bakerzine’s coffee makes staying in KL a lot more bearable. Bought a St. Cinnamon’s Original, and we had coffee in Dome, overlooking the park.

Conversation. That’s what’s most important. Read it somewhere before that after all the years that you’re gonna spend together, what’s left will just be a sack of sagged skins, and conversations. So you better be able to have good ones with the one you think you want to spend the rest of your life with.

It’s crazy to be speaking like this. Scary even. But Ms. Irresistible and I have the craziest conversations peppered with humour most of the time, and on the other end of the spectrum, to discuss the more serious side of life. I’m really glad we share the same sense of humour. It allows me to laugh at things which I find funny- With her. It allows me to be able to entertain her with the silliest remarks or actions that will leave her slapping her forehead.


After dinner at KLCC, we then made a dash to 1U. Just at the snap of the fingers when we decided to catch a movie. Spontaneity. It’s good when you do get to do what you want. But in this case, we just missed the movie we wanted to catch. Ever so, we went to a café in Perdana. Among all the other things that we chatted about, somehow the issue of our ‘status’ surfaced, not that I wanted it to.

We’re holding hands. We're hugging each other. A lot. I even kiss her (pecks) sometimes on our many long goodbyes. We have the best times at dinners, movies, coffees.

But what then?

I didn’t want to bring the subject up because I didn’t want to pressure her, which I explained to her. I told her I’m not very sure what she wants out of this, and that I’m just taking it as it goes. She nodded.

And then she said that seeing the way we’re doing all the things that a couple does, that I should already know she’s beginning to really accept the idea of ‘us’. I nodded.

She added that however, her previous bfs do ask The Question, for formalities’ sake.

“The Question?” Idea struck. “How the hell do you ask that?” Then I took her hand, and acted as if I’m really going to go on my knees.

“OI OI OI!” Don’t be crazy, her facial expression says.

“Then how to ask?”

We steered off into other topics.

Then another idea struck.

“I know I know. How bout this? Will you be my laughing….stock? Erm…I mean ‘partner partner’!”

“What the hey?!”

I say the damnest things.

So the question lingers. This has to be the night that we should do it. It’s the night that’ll start another chapter of our lives- together. But the inevitable question lies unproposed, and for that moment in my mind, yet unstructured.

After that humongous glass of awful coffee at Friendster Café, we then proceeded to go home. But we’re both wide-eyed. She then brought me to a playground. Ok ok, a bit lame I know.

But we were chatting and, dancing.

Slow-dancing. Salsa as well. Well, not really. She just mentioned salsa and I flipped my arms around like I’m swaying an imaginary skirt.

“What the hey?! LOL! Then what am I supposed to do?” She clapped her hands- the guy’s role in a salsa.

Told ya so, we’re crazy together.

And just as we’re laughing our asses off, we held each other. And I popped the question again.

“I know. I know how to ask.”

“Will you…be my Boo?”

Slaps her forehead. And as we were standing atop the play castle, she wanted to bang her head against the pole at our side.

“Just because I like R&B??? But did you know that ‘Boo’ is actually a slang for ‘boy’?

Shit, my ignorance. But I’ve got a good comeback.

“Really? So if ‘boo’ means boy, then for girl, it’d be what- Goo? So, will you be my Goo?”

Slaps her forehead. And as we were standing atop the play castle, she wanted to bang her head against the pole at our side. Again.

She was still in my arms.

“So…will you?”

“Very smart now, just ‘will you?’ huh…”

“Yep, will you?”

She looked around. Makes a face as if she’s thinking about it, when we both know very well that we’ve both fallen into this thing called love. And then, she kissed me.

After some tongue-action (forgive me, I always break the most romantic moments with crudeness), I still asked, “So…will you?”

“I thought I already gave you the answer.”

So there starts the journey of a Goo and a Boo.