I met him on the morning September 10th. He paced his words, acted mostly disinterested, shook my hand and forgot to offer me a beverage. Detached and disinterested, these were exactly the words I would use to describe how he appeared for the first 5 minutes.
He started asking the most annoying questions, structurally charged with assumption. But somewhere in the conversation, he got comfortable. I saw the "spurts" of excitement, and I saw the transformation from robot to human being before my eyes. It then became one of those dates I wished that never ended. I found myself enjoying his company, learning more about him; all the while amused with myself for being able to remember that I can really speak English. "This guy can really push my buttons," I thought to myself. It also dawned on me how he would only talk about himself in short sentences and would seem uncomfortable doing so. I have a couple of theories, but I have yet to test them.
It has been four times that we have met in the last 3 weeks. Every time, I would find myself wanting for the hours to be longer. I am intrigued; he is somewhat strangely familiar but completely new at the same time.
Now, I'm starting to dislike the fact that I have a semi-eidetic memory in the sense that I remember things people say all the time. It gives me a lot of opportunity to over analyze, especially when my energies are not fully consumed in the day. However, even if I do over analyze his script recorded in total recall, I am neither filled with frustration or anxiety. This, to me, is new.
Is it my psyche? Rediscovering maturity? Not giving a shit? I like discovering new feelings that have until now been alien to me. What button is he going to push next?
He started asking the most annoying questions, structurally charged with assumption. But somewhere in the conversation, he got comfortable. I saw the "spurts" of excitement, and I saw the transformation from robot to human being before my eyes. It then became one of those dates I wished that never ended. I found myself enjoying his company, learning more about him; all the while amused with myself for being able to remember that I can really speak English. "This guy can really push my buttons," I thought to myself. It also dawned on me how he would only talk about himself in short sentences and would seem uncomfortable doing so. I have a couple of theories, but I have yet to test them.
It has been four times that we have met in the last 3 weeks. Every time, I would find myself wanting for the hours to be longer. I am intrigued; he is somewhat strangely familiar but completely new at the same time.
Now, I'm starting to dislike the fact that I have a semi-eidetic memory in the sense that I remember things people say all the time. It gives me a lot of opportunity to over analyze, especially when my energies are not fully consumed in the day. However, even if I do over analyze his script recorded in total recall, I am neither filled with frustration or anxiety. This, to me, is new.
Is it my psyche? Rediscovering maturity? Not giving a shit? I like discovering new feelings that have until now been alien to me. What button is he going to push next?
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