Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 39 ~

"Any past relationship?" We're back in the school library, and I'm minding my own business by reading. I didn't even sense her walking back towards me. What are the odds that she came back from the bathroom to ask me that question? It's either she had an epiphany during-whatever she is doing in the bathroom-or someone gave her an idea about it.

Should I lie to her? It's easy to lie about that, but it's the evidence that's hard to fake, though. With a mental shrug, I came to a conclusion to tell her the truth-even if she'll be suspicious of me. "Honestly? This is my first relationship." Yeah, I'm a grown adult with no past experience on relationship. I could practically hear the fake laughter, like those in sitcoms. Man, I wish watching Big Bang Theory, and Friends, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and The Office... I give myself a mental shake before my mind could fly away from the subject at hand. But it didn't stop me from making a mental note to re-watch those series again, might make them my comfort TV show.

A face of utter surprise had formed on Sarah's face, and it made my brain begin to think about the sitcoms TV series I wanted to re-watch. "You're not joking?"

With her question, it makes me think that I should be feeling embarrassed or something. But all I could feel is... I don't know how to describe it, but it has the same feeling when a person suddenly had an outstanding plan in a life-or-death situation. It's not happiness or relief because I would know what those feelings are. Anyway, going back to her question, I simply shake my head and blurt out the words of assurance, "I can assure you, I'm not joking."

"So does that mean-" Before she could even finish her revelation, I nod my head since I've already known what will be her next words. I desperately want to go back to reading about this girl being an assistant to a ruthless editor-in-chief of a high fashion magazine. "I'm your first girlfriend, huh?" Again, I simply nod at her while her gears inside her brain work out the conclusion to our relationship. It's remarkable how a simple nod or a shake of a head can alter people's conclusions. "But that doesn't make sense," I did not expect her to say that.

"What do you mean?" Well, I'll see you soon, Andy. I hope you'll survive Miranda's ruthless personality. I wonder what will it feel like to be an assistant of a ruthless employer.

"I mean, how come you understand women since you haven't had a relationship with one before?" If she's pertaining on how well I know the right words to make a woman calm or give motivation without overstepping as controlling, then I would like to give thanks to chick lit. Heck, I'm reading one right now.

I have this urge to wave the chick lit book in front of her, but I have a feeling that is considered as a rude gesture. So instead of doing that, I just simply close the book I'm reading and placed both of my hands clasped together on it. "Well, I do a lot of reading, and I find myself reading chick literature in my spare time."

"I wish men would read chick lit, not for entertainment, but for understanding their opposite gender." She lets out a sigh before finally taking the chair beside me to sit on. It's funny how other men complains how difficult it is to understand woman, but they're the ones who have the ability to read chick lit to have the knowledge on how women function in this world filled with ignorant people.

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Why must my brain go to the past every time there's something that can remind me of Sarah? It's a mystery, I have to figure it out-but also fix it because it's a red flag to remember a past relationship. Perhaps Constance likes carnival, so maybe she's attracted to red flags. I don't know, I'm looking for an excuse to not answer her question, but instead I'm rambling nonsense again. Should check in with an expert to see if I have the lowest attention span. "What was the question again?" For comedic purposes, but also for bidding for more time. I need more time to think of the right words to say.