The Surprise Encounter

I am sick and tired of being asked how I met Alberto!

Let's take a look at my previous relationship. I used to tell people I met my ex in a bus station, how lame that excuse was!

Nope, we never met in a lousy bus station, every time I think about how we met I want to kill myself, it is not a nice story to be told.

Don't know why, people are so surprisingly interested in how you met your partner, especially when they are of a different race.

Usually they expect something like "internet", but the last I heard, a father fell in love with his daughter thanks to that word!

You see, when you are in a gathering or something, people (I am one of them) enjoy saying, "oh tell us tell us, how d'ya meet?". Then here comes the part where the couples start telling their story in an exciting tone...

Is it really THAT exciting listening to people's stories?

So people, I hereby solemnly declare, that the next time whoever somebody anybody asked me about how I met Alberto, I might have several different versions to tell, that is, depending on your luck.

I might tell you...

... that it was a very sunny day and I was upset from my work. I was walking among the crowd waiting to cross a busy road.

I was on one side, he was at the opposite side of the road, we were among the crowd therefore we did not notice each other.

(Now do me a favour by imagining somebody playing the cello for this scene).

So when the light turns green, we started walking slowly and out of the blue, we saw each other..

We looked into each other's eyes and time completely stopped..

Our eyes were shining, in that moment we knew we were meant for each other...

WAHAHAHAHAHA, how lame!

Or maybe, I was locked up by my evil stepmother, she stopped me from going to a grand ball he held in town in order to find a princess..

... but instead, she brought along my two evil stepsisters hoping that he would notice them...

Then suddenly, as I was crying in despair, my fairy godmother arrived and gave me really beautiful gown so I could go on to seduce him...

.. *gasp* but I must be back by 12 am before the spell was broken!

So to say it alternately, I MUST seduce him before 12 am or it's a bye-bye-Alberto-I-hope-you-have-fun-with-my-stepsisters situation!

Oh wait, if not, I could accidentally leave him my glass heels so he could find me!

Hell yeah, that'd be my backup plan...

No wait, this story is too lame..

Or I could tell you, that one day when I was having my dinner, he came my way with a glass of whatever...

He did not realise I was there, I did not realise he was there..

Then we just bumped into each others...

Then his glass of whatever was all over me...

I was very unhappy at first but when I lifted up my head and looked into those dark beautiful eyes, time stopped (again)...

It's like.. that moment was meant to happen!

Or maybe, he fainted during an event, I had no choice but to breathe air into his lungs by performing something called CPR..

When he was saved by me, he would open his eyes and look into my eyes and time could stop as usual...

... or he woke up a bit later than we all expected and then he had to spend years tracking "the mysterious woman who saved his life" down.

Those times when he was finding me, could be another spin-off story!

Like he couldn't do anything else but to think about that sexy mysterious woman, which is me. He had to print out articles in the papers, he wrote a poem or a letter for me every day and claimed he would never stop until he managed to find me.

Then the press might put a big question mark with the headline "Who Is The Mysterious Woman?"

It took him a few years, a few bloody years to find me, but his passion never stopped burning...

Wait wait wait, this could work:
One day when I was all upset and disappointed by oh this cruel world, I was walking in a park with no direction..

No direction at all..

I was so stuck in my thoughts I did not realise a bus was coming my way..

Then out of nowhere, somebody pushed me away and saved me...

Oh no, wait, then he would be dead!

Ok, this story is NOT GOOD!

Or how about this, if you ever watched any lame Chinese soap, drama or whatever, you will know this.

This sort of incidents usually takes place in a university campus. The girl, me, had a pile of book in my hand but nobody offered to help.

The guy, him, walked my way and out of nowhere, no reason, nothing, we just bumped into each others..

Then I started picking up my book, he started picking up my books too. I picked from my side, he picked from his side...

The amount of the books is of an odd number so at last, while my hand was on the last book, his hand was on my hand *gasp*, then I looked up and looked into his eyes and we realised..

Oh sorry I forgot the time-stopping part!

So lame, I know, but lame is fun!

Or I could tell you, that he delivered my pizza one day when I was all hot and lonely, so I pushed him towards my wall just like any lame porn movies!

Or I accidentally hit his car but I had no cash so I offered to do anything, anything in order for him not to report me to the police, and again, you know where that plot normally comes from!

Or simple, I will just tell you I purchased him off e-bay with a reasonable and negotiable price.

I will have a lot of different stories, as you know, I am good bull-shitting!

But I might tell you the real version, if you are very unlucky!

How touching, how romantic.. You might even be in tears after listening to our story, it'd be even better than any South American soap tv drama series, I promise!

... but the greatest story lies inside me and him :)

PS: Alberto, you better read this and remember the plots properly so next time we can tell people in that kinda tone!