Half past 5...

...And he is late. Again. I wonder why I wait every single time. Maybe it's because I always look forward to hearing the excuse he makes up each time; a creative mind he has. Am a sucker for brilliant minds. Invigorating conversation is like food to me, only better. Ever bungee jumped? The thrill that you feel when you let your body free fall...the millions of butterflies in your stomach that are birthed from emotions of fear and excitement all in one... And then when you reach the rope's end and it pulls you back up at a speed quicker than the blinking of an eye... When you finally get out of there your whole body is shaking...you feel like laughing and crying at the same time... Invigorating conversation sort of does this to me. The opposite, kills me. Literally. The full slashing of the wrist. That was how we got to know each other. They say that I come across as aloof. Unapproachable. Intimidating. Maybe its my height. Am not tall; quite on the contrary. I am 5'2. The reason I attribute their description to my height is... perhaps they underestimate me, then I shock them with a strong personality that does not match my height. That throws them off, and gives me full room to tactfully maneuvre my 'personality' in the space created by their confusion. It is not wise to underestimate anybody. Hmmm... I speak to myself as well. I might have underestimated this one. He has come to have so much power over me. I try to hide it; I hope I have been successful. Usually, I would know; only thing is that he is not easy to read. Or perhaps its the smoke screen created by my feelings. I feel  for him. Trut, this is exactly where I did not want to end up.
He's here. Finally. Its about time for goodness sake. He is having a tete a tete with the restaurant manager. Mm mm mm...the way he carries himself, the way he walks into a room...with confidence and poise...the way he fills it up with his presence...its like the smell of really really...really good cologne. Excites me every damn time. Ok, he's walking toward me now. Why the heck am I smiling, I'm supposed to me mad, he is late darn it! Look at that smile... Ok,gotta go.