My life tends to get dorama-like when it’s already complicated. So what do we need for a classical dorama? Right, we need another guy to make things even more dificult. In my case it was a waiter from a bar. Anna and I went to a bar in order to meet our housemate there.
We had a nice evening until the conversation came to the great topic love. “Do you like any guy around here?”, our housemate asked me. “Well, the waiter is kinda cute”, I replied in a shy way. Actually the guy was pretty hot and absolutely my type! He was taller than me, had blond hair, muscles and wore a sailor uniform (yes, it was a sailor themed bar). I had to order from him because our housemate called him over several times and I only ordered apple juice. Unfortunately apple juice wants to leave the body soon after you drink it, so I had to find a toilet.
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On my way to it, I bumped into the waiter. Unfortunately not literally. I really crashed into him and blushed immediately. Then I walked away like a tomato in trance. After this awkward situation he disappeared.
My brain was happy with that “Yes, no more moments of embarrassment”. But, like I said, life is a pure dorama! That’s why Mr. Waiter appeared shortly after my thoughts, in a leather jacket (Rock’n’Roll!) and baseball cap. Too much things I like. Too much things I like. Too much things I like. I drooled on the table and tried to smile when he waved to our table in order to say goodbye.
“Go to him and ask him for his number”, the voice of my housemate echoed in my head. “yeah, yeah… sure”, I replied without enthusiasm. “No! Really! It’s your ‚once in a lifetime‘-chance! So go! Maybe you’ll never see him again.“ Hmm, this sounded really logical or maybe it was the power of the apple juices in my stomach. I couldn’t decide what to do. I was a shy girl, I am a shy girl and I guess I will always be. Nevertheless, some inner force pushed me out of the bar (or was it my roommate?) and suddenly I recognized that I stood outside in front of him. My brain still worked and spoke to him in Japanese.
I: “Excuse me!”
He: “Yes?”
I: *STUPIDEST QUESTION EVER* “Do you have a girlfriend?”
He: “Nope”
I: “Can I have your mail address?”
He: “Sure.”
I: *I realized that I ran out without anything* “Oh I have to get my mobile phone.”
After that he saved his mail address and name (Yosuke) by himself (because I was too stupid and nervous to manage it). The conversation ended with a “Thank you for the many apple juices” from me.
On the next day I wrote with Yosuke and found out that he was almost perfect: just one year younger than me, loves Rock-music, studies music and plays drums in a band.
In the meantime Ryu still wrote me messages like “I’m going home now! I’m totally drunk.” Nice. Things I don’t want to know because I’m not interested. I slowly forgot about his magical, charming aura and hardly answered to his messages.
Unfortunately the process of forgetting was really slow because Ryu still wanted to meet me and actually I told him ‘Well okay, tomorrow’. But I was scared and didn’t know if I worsen this dorama by meeting him. I was also not that type of girl who meets a lot of boys. Everything got slowly out of my hands. I was swimming in a sea of lust, love and too much melon soda. The labyrinth of feelings was dark and I couldn’t see a guiding light. There was no end to – okay, enough of the metaphors. I think you get it, right? I just didn’t know what to do! Damn you, Japanese boys!
My brain knew that Yosuke was better for me than Ryu probably was. So what to do?
I knew no solution, that’s why I’ve sent Ryu a photo of my two plush toys (pigs). I didn’t know why. He had no use for it either. Well, it was worth trying anyway.
