It was two years ago when I met him at the first time. I was 21 and he was one year older than me. We hadn’t seen each other before and the only reason why I agreed to date with him was I was lonely.
I had been single for ages and I wanted to change. I had seen his photos through the internet. It was no doubt that he was tall and handsome, so I told myself I can accept him if he was not dumb as an OX.
I was a little bit nervous on my way to the Post Office where I had asked him to wait for me. In my eye, it was safe to meet anybody at the gate of the Post Station. There were so many people.
It’s 2:00 p.m. sharp. He arrived. Thank goodness! He was tall, good—looking, which made me excited. He said hello to me and I smiled.
“You are lovely,” he smiled.
“Thank you, I’m flattered,” I replied.
“Let’s go. This way, please.” He said stoutly.
“Where?” I was surprised.
“Let’s go to the park”, he added, “It’s noisy here and I can’t stand it.”
“No,” I didn’t move a little bit, “Stay here.”
He had to stand there and I was sitting in a chair, keeping a certain distance from each other.
This was the first time we talked with each other face to face. Then I was not that happy because I found although he was tall, handsome, he was nothing upstairs.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, mincing no words.
“Not yet,” I replied.
“Would you mind going out with me next Saturday?” he said gently, “I’ll introduce some of my good friends to you.”
“Why?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Your height?” he didn’t answer my questions.
“1.64 meters.”
“So short,” he affirmed in ringing tones, amazed.
I laughed, “I know I am short enough, but it’s none of your business.”
He declared, “Do you know? I am 1.86 meters. Of course, I don’t care at all.”
I laughed, “Do you know? Your height has nothing to do with me.”
I asked myself why I come here to see such a guy.
I wanted to escape but it was not polite since we had been talking for no more than half an hour.
“What’s your favorite writer?” I asked.
“Yao Ming.” he replied, “Nobody else.”
I regretted not having asked his hobby, in fact, I enjoyed reading and talking about what I had read with anybody. But this guy, he let me down.
We kept silent. After five minutes, he asked, “what’s you major again?”
“English.”
Then silent.
“What’s your major again,” I continued this topic after another five minutes.
“P.E,” suddenly he gave me a puzzled look, “I just don’t know where to go after graduation. I worry about my life because it’s difficult for me to find a job. Sometimes I’m scared.”
Oh My! I thought I was a lucky dog because I could find a boy who was as brave as me.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I shrugged.”
Then he looked excited again, “You are in the swim,” he smiled, looking at me narrowly.
“Thanks.”
“Where did you buy your T—shirt?” he asked.
I was wondering why he asked me this. Would he buy one for himself? “In the supermarket near my home.” I murmured.
“Where did you buy your pants?” he asked.
I sighed deeply. “In the supermarket near my home.”
Then he asked, “Where did you buy your shoes?”
I replied quickly, “In the supermarket near my home and I’m sorry, I have to go now, my mobile phone needs mending badly.”
I was sad, I shouldn’t have met him.
It seemed he was sad too. “You don’t want to talk with me, do you?”
“Of course not.” I winced.
“Can you go out with me to meet my friends next Saturday?” he asked.
“Sorry, I would be busy then.”
He stood there, staring at me. I wanted to say goodbye to him but I couldn’t.
Maybe I hurt him. “I would call you when I want to call you,” I smiled.
He said, “Can you tell me why?”
I said innocently, “I enjoy talking to you. That’s the truth. But I have to hurry to the shop to repair my phone. It goes wrong.”
“You go home.” I said to him. “Bye.”
“You know it took me two hours to come here for you.” he said breathlessly.
“I know .But it’s late now. It’s time I went back home and my parents are waiting for me. They are strict with me .I am forced to arrive at home till half past three.” I responded.
“Are you kidding?”
“I’m not pulling your leg.”
Then he murmured, “But now it’s five minutes to three.”
“Anyway, goodbye, take care! By the way, glad to have met you.” I stood up.
“Me too.” he said.
As soon as I had left him, I said to myself, “Enough!”

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