that one night stand.something i just remembered...
I’ve always wondered what the essence of pictures is. Well, that’s until I came across this, one of my old time pics. Not the best quality but then that’s not the reason for this writing, it’s rather the story behind it. The beauty and sense of selflessness embedded in the scene itself.
The day the pic was taken was a special one, last holiday to be precise. The morning had turned out to be the best so far, memorable (just as a matter of fact). The sun’s rays peered through the morning skies so beautifully that I couldn’t help but stare at the yellow red sky. Early birds were starting their usual morning charm, a unison of praise to the creator for yet a new day.
I woke up to that enchanting charm, yawned off the night’s sleep and fast remembered that last night conversation on Facebook. Some girl had posted, “me bored, any one to cheer me up!?” so I said to myself, “why not, not that I will lose a thing” (and I didn’t, instead gained). I sent in the friend request she replied quite fast and we established a mutual relationship.
Abbie, for such was the las’ name (obviously her real name is shielded) happened to be one of those girls with peculiar taste. The kind of girl whose conversations are more like addictive drugs, once she starts replying you can’t ignore. Her flash speed alone would keep the chat flowing, so frequently you forget who you had texted just moments ago.
20th July 2019,9:15 pm (GMT), was the moment I got acquainted with this goddess of a conversationalist. I didn’t know her at all and neither did she, but somehow she could twist the barrier of being total strangers making it seem we have been friends for some time now. She would forge scenes and you could actually feel it, I think I know you. The perfect on conversationalist at both ends, I thought. Ever since I signed up to Facebook this was the most awkward conversation I’d had. At times I would stare at my keyboard, “Christ, now what?”. I had nothing to say. But somehow it seemed the same at her side, often I’d notice the ‘typing’ indicator at the end of my texts, fill myself with hope that maybe she has something to say and it won’t be on me to surprise her, and indeed she knew how to yap. The conversation had gone on smoothly, like the say, “a bad beginning may lead to a good one!” the dawn of our conversation had been a terrible one.
I don’t know if you guys have ever engaged in really cold conversations where the only thing to talk about are the informal greetings.
You- “how was your day?”
And now you start debating the knowledge of letting her talk more about herself or you do the talking which also tends to have its tricky part considering the fact that you have to choose a topic that won’t expose you entirely yet not shield you that much.
But somehow we had it at a fine art. Talking about interests and stuff that wasn’t at all the others’ business. Staff like childhood crushes. Well for me I was at a safe side for it was one or two but for her, she seemed to collect lovers the way other kids collect birds’ eggs. We also got the chance to discuss our childhood misfortunes. Ohh God, she also had a nick for misfortune, like the time she was convicted the night before her birthday for tacking a pic at some private place in Washington. Her parents so busy they hadn’t planned for the party, so she had her time in a cell…
Finally, after some four hours we decided to add a little intimacy to our conversation. It was time we knew each other in rather physical terms but apparently neither of us found that much pleasure in personal pictures. she e mailed me her gallery and the only pics there were of state buildings, her cat and loads of music, she really liked Nicki Minaj. We had to go on without the pics coz neither of us had one of themselves (or one they’d wish to share with the other!). Fortunately, somehow that didn’t startle the conversation, it instead spiced it up. Now we had to discuss how none of us had a photograph of themselves in their damn galleries.
At around 4:00 am, I remembered how I had travel plans, it was a pity as I had to say my farewells on condition that the next time we chat we’d exchange pics. Which is why I keep a pic of myself in my gallery. The next night I kept my status active, as a matter of fact I was active the entire week, she was active only twice and each time I either missed her or she did me. We’ve never had a chat ever since. I still have the pic I intended to send her, just in case. And I do intend to send it to her the moment she comes up, until then, I’ll be her one-night stand, and she will be mine….
It hurts a little, but I thank God for the moment He gave me even though He couldn’t make it last…