Monday, October 5, 2009

There is a lamb in my chest. Is that normal?




Date #4 happened on Friday evening, but it was over before you could say 'quickie'. The gentleman insisted we go to a club for our little rendezvous, but didn't count on Chris being there as well. The two of them were about as pleased to meet each other as a Liverpool and a Chelsea supporter were at passing each other in the street. Without the spitting, of course. But there was a stun gun.

And a walkie talkie. I bloody kid you not. It looked like a brick hanging from his belt and it did that screeching noise ever so often.






I felt like I was in a postmodern war movie gone wrong with the club as backdrop. I even considered asking the DJ to 'pump up the volume, dude' as people were starting to look at us funny. There is the reputation to think of, being single and all.

The reason for the gun and back to the future communication's device was the lad's occupation. He's a cop. Luckily he couldn't stay long as he was on call and I don't know who breathed a louder sigh of relief between Chris and I. Robocop hopped on his bicycle (budget cuts, he said) and sped off into the night to fight felons. That was the first time I was actually grateful for living in the Country of Crime.



We didn't stay long after Robocop left to save the world on a bicycle as we had to get up early the next morning for the arts festival. I've been dragging him to this festival for the past five years now because he's the only person who just can't say no to me and the torture of culture.



We watched this terribly sad play about a lady in her fifties realising how life has passed her by while she was busy raising kids and cooking dinner for an ungrateful husband every evening for 35 years. It reminded me so much of someone I know very well and I couldn't help but cry a little. I felt Chris's hand slip into mine. And it felt right.



He drove me home that evening like he always does, but somehow something changed. We changed. He's not the skinny boy with the pimples anymore and I'm not the girl with the long hair and glasses anymore. For the first time we didn't feel the need to talk so much; we just sat there and enjoyed the quiet and the presence of this new and unfamiliar feeling.



The last time I felt this way, it ended badly. My heart felt as though it was torn from my chest and trampled on by a wildebeest stampede similar to the one in The Lion King. The urge to yell Mufasa was present too at the time. That day I thought I had lost something that would never be mine again; my innocence, my faith in people with weeners and that crazy little thing called love.



When Chris said goodbye, he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I haven't felt a more affectionate, caring, tender kiss quite like that one and Mary's galloping little lamb found its way into my chest. But I quickly pulled its little leash as Chris broke up with that girlfriend about two weeks ago. It had nothing to do with the talk I had with her and the promise of a foot so far up her ass that she'll have athlete's throat for the rest of her life if she didn't stop cheating on him. After all, I do know the prime spot for the best athlete's foot in the country: a student hostel.


I've fallen behind on fulfilling my meme duties and acknowledging as well as handing out some lovely awards from equally lovely bloggers. This will be done on Wednesday, if not tomorrow. Until then I'm off to write an official report on date #4 to Mom. In honor of Robocop and his amazingly big walkie talkie.

22 comments:

Trinity said...

I am so rooting this idea on. I love when friends become more. This is starting to sound like a movie.

Girl promises to go on 10 dates but gets friend to come along. Friend is forced to watch you date men and starts to unearth feelings. Flirting between friends happens and hilarity ensues. On 10th date, boy decides he is too afraid to loose you and storms in to make long poetic speech to girl. Love happens.

I just wrote a movie. Please pursue this. Pleezzzeeee!!!

mysterg said...

You should totally go for it!

I'm not one to usually give such wholehearted support to something, especially when I was still hoping to find my way into the list of dates your mother has prepared, but in this case I think you should grab this with both hands.

Otherwise the alternative is cycling off into the sunset on the handlebars of Robocop - surely there's no contest!

otherworldlyone said...

I love walkie talkies. LOVE them. 10-4.

But why the fuck would you go on a date when you're on call anyway? Oh well, turned out good for you.

I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. Ladytruth and Chris! brownchickenbrowncow!

AlpHa Buttonpusher said...

I can't help but agree with Trinity lol.

P.S. I bet he has a bigger walkie talkie too. I can be so inappropriate at times lol, just ignore meh;)

Organic Meatbag said...

Wow, he might as well have just strapped a ham radio to his belt...hahahaha!

mo.stoneskin said...

I'm not quite sure what to say, other than I really hope things work out in the best way, but in the meantime I'd love to see you give someone athlete's throat.

Gorilla Bananas said...

This reminds of the scene in Clueless when Josh goes to the party that Cher and her date have gone to. Just to keep a friendly eye on Cher, he thinks, but we all know how it will end.

Meagan said...

oh sweetie! after reading that other post about when you guys "hooked up" i definitely think this could be an amazing relationship. definitely check with him and make sure he's feeling the same way before you fall too hard. good luck! cherish every moment!

Ed Adams said...

End this suffering through dates for my mom's sake thingy, and just pick Chris.

I would have suggested this sooner, but was pretty sure he was gay.

From the O-Zone said...

I might've had a part in an earlier version of this movie. I played Chris (I just wanted to make that clear).

Sally-Sal said...

"I'm 10-8 like a shark in a sea of crime".

I do love the cops, but this one sounds like he is more in love with his big walkie-talkie.

Chris sounds awesome. And I think this is where you both are supposed to end up--together. :)

erin said...

You guys are so going to screw! And it's going to be GREAT!

Does your momma like him?

Lola Lakely said...

What a delicious post! I love when things like happen to people- other than me that is- and I am routing for you all the way lovely lady. Please, keep us abreast of the situation. And yes I just used the word abreast because it made me giggle.

Tennyson ee Hemingway said...

Looks like I'm jumping on the bandwagon then. Go Chris.

Mega8815 said...

How magical. I can only repeat what has been said. Good luck sweetie. This could only be a good thing.

PS - Read my post 'Nice Guys Finnish Last'. So true. Maybe Chris is included here.

Judearoo said...

OOOH! And look to all us jumping up and down in excitement!

Are you going to go for it???

I mean really, any guy who'll tail you to make sure you're ok on 4 dates (and presumably signed up for the other 6?) has to have your best interests at heart. Either that or fancies the arse off you and is waiting to catch you in post bad date fury and be the one to put a smile back on your face...?

Huzzah! Keep us postie, honey!

koe whitton-williams said...

LT - Chris doesn't even, like, own a big walkie-talkie, much less take one on a date, right? Although date number 4 is a little early for the secret love to bloom in a typical story. . . so this must be the real thing. Can't wait to read more.

ladytruth said...

Trinity: you are a writer and I'm a great slave driver. A great combination to make millions in the movie business, right? :)

mysterg: the mere thought of cycling makes me feel tired and with Robocop behind the handlebars things might get dangerous; I might just take your advice on this one.

Otherworldlyone: When I went through some old posts to create a link the link for that girlfriend, I remember reading a comment you left about Chris and I. But you had an unfair advantage cause you're a mom and mothers always know everything. ;)

AlpHa B: judging by ol' Robocop's walkie talkie, even Kanye West would be a better prospect :)

Organic M: you think he could've been any more lame?

mo: thanks, me too. As for the athlete's throat: I'll try my best :)

Gorilla B: I haven't seen Clueless yet, but I'll be sure to watch it since you've mentioned it now.

Meagan: now that really is sound advice. Thank you!

Ed: since I'm no masochist I say yes to ending the torture. As for Chris being gay? He is quite a happy chap ;)

O-zone: ah, yes! Now I can see the resemblance :)

Sally-Sal: I was wondering what you were going to say about the cop since we know you like your police officers hot and spicy ;) As for the ending up together part; we'll just have to see where this goes.

erin: I couldn't help but start laughing when I read this :) And yes, sometimes I think Mom loves Chris even more than me as she always takes his side. Is that a good sign?

Lola: abreast made me giggle too and I will sure do that ;)

Tennyson: I couldn't think of another person who'd be a better bandwagon jumper other than you being a drummer. It suits you :)

Mega: I'll go read it asap!

Judearoo: you are one funny lady :) We've decided to go on our own date and see how it goes.

koe whitton-williams: I bloody hope he doesn't take one on a date; that would take freaky to the extreme as he's not even a cop. As for the real thing? We'll see how it goes :) Thanks for the comment!

Dan. said...

It’s like John Hughes is scripting your life! You are Molly Ringwald! Chris is James Spader! And I've just made myself sound like the gayest man alive!

I hope everything works out for you my friendly. You are too good for the single life.

ladytruth said...

Dan: nah, maybe if you said it in a British accent then yes ;) A little bit apprehensive on the one side; don't want to ruin an amazing friendship, you know?

loveandbooze said...

Yikes! Hopefully, date 5 will have a better first impression.

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