Love at first sight – I never believed in this silly phenomenon. Not until three months ago, when my boss tasked me to go to this place, well I don’t want to mention where, someone he knows might be reading this, or worse “him” hahaha.
Actually, I can’t identify if this crazy thing that unexpectedly occurred to my eccentric life is really what they call it love at first sight. This is such a ridiculous emotional attraction probably caused by some unexplainable forces of nature that coerced with your hypothalamus. Then for the very first moment you laid your eyes onto this anonymous debonair you felt an invisible object directly struck your throbbing aorta. Wait. Just where the hell that invisible object came from? Blame it to that naughty mythical creature named Cupid. But that’s beside the point.
Okay, going back, let’s just conceal him in the nom de plume “Mr. Adobe”. So I went to Mr. Adobe’s office to show him something and to ask for his opinion about a certain thing that has something to do with what I’m doing (darn! It’s hard to narrate this story in an elusive manner!). In fact, I had no idea who he was. I just imagined that he is just an old geek guy who might be really superb in the thing that has something to do with what I’m doing and happens to be a friend of my also old geek boss.
When I cross the threshold onto Mr. Adobe’s office, there are, if I counted them right, five people inside– a lady on her table at the reception area, a guy student standing nearby the lady’s table, a middle-aged man also on his table, a younger man on the interior part of the office talking to a girl student, and the girl student talking to the younger man on the interior part of Mr. Adobe’s office. Who is Mr. Adobe? I asked the guy student that I’m looking for Mr. Adobe and he pointed me to the younger man on the interior part of the office who is talking to a girl student. Whoa?! He is Mr. Adobe!!!! My wrong speculations at the back of my head evaporated in a flash. He is so much younger than I thought and he doesn’t look like a geek guy at all. In fact, he appears smart and interesting to me. I knocked, greeted good morning and approached a little bit closer to where he is standing. And there he was, he smiled back at me and responded interrogatively on what he can do for me. I introduced myself and by the mention of my boss’ name he already had a slight idea about my purpose of coming over. I handed him the thing that I’ve been doing and he asked me to take a seat at the comfy cobalt couch and wait for a bit.
Ordinary is the adjective I could think to describe his physical attributes. He is not even cute in accordance to my criteria of cuteness. On the contrary, I don’t understand why all of a sudden, after a year or two, my heart starts beating faster than the regular – again. I just can’t get my eyes off him. Yet, I don’t find him handsome at all! Then again there’s something about him that brought me to a conclusion: “Wow! I want to marry this man!” Hellooooo!!!! Am I drunk? No. I don’t drink. Am I on drugs? Certainly not. I’m not an addict. Wake up! Wake up! Is this paranoia?
It’s possibly because of his eyeglasses…I told myself. Did I mention I easily get attracted to men who wear eyeglasses? I often imagine staring to Harry Potter every time I gaze to a guy who wears spectacles magnificently. As for Mr. Adobe, his specs fit perfectly to his not so perfect face.
Mr. Adobe is wearing a navy blue poloshirt. His baggy faded pants is tattered on the knee area. I asked my self, is this guy really an office boy? Ugh, forget about his fashion statement. After attending to the girl student, he finally turned to me. We called up my boss to ask what exactly does she wanted Mr. Adobe to do. Upon knowing, he slouched comfortably at the cobalt couch with his broad back facing me while his legs raised rested curled. He started working on the thing that I gave him. We converse casually, and he makes this odd head movement like what the possessed little girl did in the movie Exorcist just to gaze at me everytime he asks questions. Questions I did not right away respond to because I feel ashamed to answer.
Yes. I asked myself, how could my boss do this to me? How dare she put me into this situation where denial is not a pretty good option? (I don’t want to go on details what exactly the scenario was, please bear with me.ü)
Though I was hailed Girl Scout of the Year when I graduated elementary, I was not prepared to be the receiving end of such criticism (got the connection?). And take note; from the very person I suddenly wanted to spend my lifetime with, the guy I instantly adored, which therefore, I should build a charming impression with. With much desolation, my “ganda points” which is scored zero, dropped down to negative 100! How could that boss of mine did not inform me that I would be meeting a master!
The thing which I handed him on his very hand is a piece of junk! If only I knew this would be happening, I could have done better. Our casual conversation was mixed with modest mock on the trash that was obviously done by no one else but me. Though, he tried to conceal his professional yet awful critique to make me feel better, telling me that I just have to do some enhancements, the sensation of mortification had crawled to my nerves.
On the other side of my molten ego, I still enjoy conversing to this intellectually gifted git. I can feel a certain connection of our minds and our souls. Not to mention we are working under the same congregation, we also share the same interests. Although it’s very evident that he is a whole lot better than me, but humbly speaking, I’m learning from him. And that’s exactly what I’m looking for a potential partner. No, not someone who would teach me loads of stuff, I can learn loads of stuff without being taught anyway, but basically, someone better than me on atleast a certain domain.
Abruptly, the very object that would definitely mark the end of fantasy came into my vivid vision. I furtively examined his hands and with such feeling of remorse, I found that burning emblem on one of his fingers which symbolizes the earth shaking statement: “Sorry girls, I’m taken!” Gloomy indeed, he has a ring… around his ring finger…colored gold…Oh no!!! How can life be so unfair?! Just when I thought I already met my “the one” who would finally complete me, he just turned out to be the man of my dreams, literally. That enchanting specie of Adam will just remain in my dreams forever. I’ve been doused by a jug of icy cold water. Kindly pass me that box of Kleenex!
Nevertheless, I need to poise myself. He should not notice that just few minutes ago one of my greatest dreams has just been shattered. Being a good actress that I am, I managed to continue our discussion as cool as possible. He even seated beside me to show me my mistakes and the things that needed improvements. While I, seated next to him, was half listening, half mourning. A scene from Julia Roberts’ flick My Best Friend’s Wedding flashed before me. The scenario where she, even if it hurts like hell, need to stay composed and wear a fake smile as she delivers her wedding wishes to her best bud Michael on his wedding day, not to mention how she subconsciously yet obviously got dumped unexpectedly by this very own best friend of hers.
So, what exactly is the thread that logically connects me and Julia R.? Nothing really, I just felt the story of my favorite motion picture is worth sharing. Nah! Of course the moral of the story: not all leading ladies will successfully end up with their leading man for some unjust reasons. Indeed, love stories are somewhat like fairytales, with ending lines …and they lived happily ever after, but take it on a literal perspective, …they lived…blah…blah…as in “they”- him and that lucky other woman – EXCLUDING YOU, loser!!! In other words, not everything will favorably go along your way, especially when in comes to your romantic affair. Sigh.
Back to my regressing love story, loads of events took place, including how I drool at the sight on how manly he sits in front of his computer while he rests his elbows on the computer table with his palm clutching his chin as he stares expertly at the monitor… Darn! Show me that witch who snatched away my blissful future with this delightful man!!! Hmp.
To cap off this sad love story of mine, I thanked him and we bid each other goodbye. I went back to my office beaming a smiling face but suffering with a bleeding heart.
That was the last time we saw each other. Yet we got to talk over the phone for quite some time because of the person responsible of our encounter – my boss. I still hear updates about his life, including his married life from some common colleagues and without knowing why, my depression tortures every root in my brain.
I simply can’t believe that such crazy love phenomenon happened to me. Should I sue that stupid Cupid who was there during that time lurking somewhere I didn’t noticed. With his excitement to use his brand new shining, shimmering, splendid bow and arrow he accidentally shot the innocent me? Did that scenario just clearly explained some certain law of attraction? Opposite attracts, like sides repel. Female gets attracted to an opposite sex, however just when she thought they share several commonalities, that they are alike so as to say, the other party just repelled. Nah! What a lame logical analogy. But I speculate love at first sight is biblical. The moment God introduced Adam to Eve, Adam instantaneously fell in love with Eve, or maybe it’s the other way around. Still, the bottom line here is, they fell madly in love with each other and eventually started a family which resulted to now still growing population. Thus, love at first sight is the pioneer of the universally accepted love principles. Wow! Does that correlation made a great sense? If not, forget it.
Well, perhaps, I’m just too preoccupied and quite frustrated with my long pursuit of my “Harry Potter”. Apparently I have to move on. Forget that I fell in love by initial glimpse then got broken a few hours later. Lesson learned. Experience gained. On a positive dimension, helpful insights were added to my bank account of special skills, to cite one, I know now the basics of using Adobe programs (Haha, I can now do editing or some alterations to my picture and Harry). Thanks to Mr. Adobe, who became my fair critic and at the same time my secret object of illusion for about three hours (and still counting…Ok!Ok! I’ve given him up, but like I said earlier, he’ll remain in my dreams and that’s part of my illusion).
I am looking forward to see Mr. Adobe again and when we meet again, and then he saw my work once more, hopefully, he would see such great improvements and finally applaud my very first piece of art.
As for my back to zero lifeless love life, nothing. So be it. There are more important matters to mind about like food shortage, unstoppable oil price hike and my unmanageable hair bangs. I trust God’s perfect timing. So while I wait for my Harry Potter to arrive at my doorstep specially delivered by our Big Boss, I’ll just have to continue learning not just Adobe programs but also other things worth learning, keep on writing pieces worth blogging, and of course resume on managing my freaky hair bangs.
, though luckily, some of my team mates won on their respective categories).
