The F-word (6)

There I was. Sitting with the hottest guy I had ever met. At the same table. Having lunch together.
I was very excited to finally meet him, after checking him out for three months, but it was important to stay cool. This was not an easy task. He looked dropdead gorgeous.
I must say, I was quite surprised that he looked even better from up close, because for most people it works the other way round. Beautiful brown eyes, a great smile... I was dying. His hair and five o'clock shadow looked like he had just gotten out of bed, yet he had this fresh, vibrant look on his face. I also noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as on the day I first glanced him, which happened to be quite a coincidence, because my observational skills had already learned me that he had a wardrobe the size of Russia. To top it of, he liked to talk about everything. I had no other choice than to be into him. The other guy (who wasn't getting my attention) on the other hand, was left with no other choice than to stay silent.
It was hard to pretend that I didn't know who he was, because I was already past the getting-to-know-you-knowledge. Everthing went smoothly, until the end. I figuratively tripped. He decided to give me and my friend a flyer (the very same that led me to his name). Of course I already knew what the organisation was about. And of course I was stupid enough to tell F. that.

"Here, take this flyer. It's about this youth+art+music thing I am a member of."
"Oh", I said, "I know this. Doesn't this thing have a MySpace too?"

Great work L. From the moment the words left my mouth and flew out in the open air, I knew that I was going to have to find a valuable explanation for already knowing about the totally non-famous MySpace of a totally unknown art organisation.

"Hey, that's right! How did you end up on the MySpace?"
"Erm.. I don't know? I guess I got redirected from another website."

Then I named a website, one I remembered seeing as an affiliate on the MySpace. He bought it. In my thoughts, I swept the drops of sweat of my forehead with the back of my hand. Crisis averted. We stood up, and made our way to the exit. On the way, F. saw someone he knew, so he got behind. My friend and I waited for him outside.

"Awww. You waited for me?" he said when he saw us. "That's so sweet of you!"

So started our Tuesday lunch tradition. He joined us every week. One day, while eating rice with an eggroll, he was telling about how much he liked to see movies. But not mainstream cinema. He liked the smaller productions, not the Hollywood ones, which basically illustrates how sophisticated he was. He was different, and confident about it. I think 60% of his sexiness came from the confidence, really.
I continued the conversation by telling that I liked movies too. "That's so awesome!" he said enthousiastically, "We should go grab a movie together then! But not this week, I don't have the time. Remind me of it next week."

We swapped phone numbers, and went to class. I couldn't wait for the next week to come...

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