This is not how I’d thought the night would turn out.
This was finally, supposed to be my big moment with Bang. But, reality came along and things gone crazy since then.
She dumped me, a week now. She flew to Paris and pursue her long time dream while I went to a wedding stag.
Alone.
Then, when I least expected it..
I had the best night, ever.
"Tell me about it." a lovely voice gave me soothing chills.
I looked at her. Puzzled. She, on her own, invited herself and took the vacant seat next to mine.
"Tell me what you think about the cake? I figured, you had a plateful."
"Oh." I, for a moment, got bedazzled by her obvious simple charm.
“This is. hmmm. good?"
She left out set of giggles. Adorable hearty laughs.
“Good?”
"Okay fine, great. Deliciously great. Perfect for mending a broken heart."
Clichè..
Again, she let out some gorgeous, breathtaking laughs.
Defensive bar on. Well, I just thought maybe I could get away with a heart break by following a cliché’s perspective in mending it.
Ice cream. Sweets. Good time. I even had a haircut. And a pretty nice conversation, with a little hooking up maybe.
"I say, there were lots of them. Girls." I held up a hand in a mock surrender. I could sense her mind is playing different thoughts that underestimate the alpha dude in me.
I chuckle. “Was I very defensive?”
She nod, still wearing that astonishing megawatt smile.
"Tell me about it."
"The girls? Well, there is Celine, who first broke my heart. Then Ruth, who cheated on me. Then, Sarah who got pregnant. Oh, Michelle and Trina, who shared bed with me alternately. And then.. oh, woah.. what? that look again."
"I mean, the heart break. What about it? Not the list of all the girls you hooked up with."
"Haha, well. again. same old story, I got dumped."
A moment of awkward silence.
This is supposed to be awkward, I guess. And we both had some stolen glances.
Then we both laughed and shrugg it off. Engaged in a yet another long conversation.
"Most amazing night ever," I exclaimed, still covering from a fits of laugh I had.
“You know, I should tell you, I have a rule. I never hook up at weddings."
"I’m guessing you haven’t always had this rule."
"Well, here’s the thing. Those big romantic moments— they’re great when they happen, but they’re not real."
"Exactly, exactly— like-like just now, when I saw you doing the chicken dance out there, I’m not gonna lie to you, big-time thunderbolt."
"Mm. You should see me tap-dance. You’d be down on bended knees."
"Sadly" Denden smiled, "..not, out of my character. But I know now it’s just a mirage."
"Wedding goggles." she added.
I chuckle with a tinge of humor, “Exactly. And that, in a nutshell, is why I’m not putting the moves on you.”
"This isn’t the moves?" she surprisingly asked.
"What, you…" I gave her a quizzical look. ".. you think this is the moves? Believe me, you’d know the moves. People, ten tables away, know the moves." my eyebrows were playing an up and down beat.
Denden groaned. “Oh, that’s too bad.”
And I can’t believe this girl is insulting my Alyssa moves, and for mistakenly thinking my moves were all that.
The night. It turns out to be one of the books, I must say.
I came inside this venue thinking it would be plain, boring. With one hand holding a heartbreak and the other holding a supposed to be perfect night, but it was somewhat, different.
She made it different.
"Funny, we’ve spent, I think five hours of the night already and I still haven’t got your name."
"I don’t usually divulge my name to strangers." Denden cooed.
"Then, we’ll use a pseudoname."
"Sure. And maybe," Denden exclaimed. "…if you’re lucky, you’ll have my name at the end of the night."
"Lucky it is!" I smiled. “So, can I know your name?" giving a soft peck on her hand.
"Sugar!"
"Sugar? Haha, fancy. Well Sugar, I’m…"
"Alyssa! Alyssa! Alyssa, check it out. Ah, huh.. got a couple of digits from those hot bridesmaids." my drunk friend, Abby interrupting before walking out on us.
I saw a smile, grin on her face.
"And then.. there you have it, Alyssa it is."
We stayed on a handshake that felt surreal. You know that thunderbolts she’s saying, I had them. And those romantic moments that I thought weren’t real, well I guess, this is it.
Again, I had the best night ever.
