15 Feb 2011

Love Story: Water, The Accomplice

For the lovely ladies who wanted to read more about how chance helped me meet my true love again, the follow post is for you!!!

I met the English guys on Friday 13 April 2001. To the request of the one I liked I gave my phone number to him. He didn't phone me the next day until chance helped us again.

If you are reading the story for the first time please stop at The Love Story: One Night At The Pub, before proceeding :)!

I want to begin with some quotes about water:
Water has no taste, no color, no odor; it cannot be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself. It fills us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery (1900-1944), Wind, Sand, and Stars, 1939
In the world there is nothing more submissive and weak than water. Yet for attacking that which is hard and strong nothing can surpass it.
Lao Tzu

Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it. Lao Tzu


Water gives life, strength, fertility and it leads two separate entities to love.
T. A-A. I.
Sunday afternoon came and instead of doing my school work (in February 2001 I started my education again) I decided to go visit my auntie. I knew that the English guy lived around the area and I was hoping to bump into him. But the possibility was slim. Why would he be out this quiet afternoon? I asked my dreamer self.

I left my flat and walked down the street listening to my favourite music on my Sony walkman. After walking for about five minutes, I saw someone coming from the other end of the street. He looked like the blond guy I met on Friday but I wasn’t sure because my contact lenses were weak. But when we got closer to each other I recognised him. He was the cute guy from Friday. Strange as it might sound, we were the only two people on the pavement - my little town was always deserted on Sunday afternoons.

“Hello?” I greeted him surprised. I thought about the irony - about how some minutes before I was secretly hoping to bump into him. And he was in front of me, I felt like it was like God's doing.
“Hello?” He seemed shy compared to Friday night. I observed him better, and noticed how heartbreakly cute he is.
“What are you doing around this area?”
“I was looking for somewhere to buy a bottle of water.”
“Oh..., all the shops are closed on Sundays in this town.”
“Yeah, silly me. I didn’t go buy water yesterday. Do you know where I can buy a bottle?”
“Yes... ehmm... there is a bar around the corner where you can buy a bottle.” I thought about taking him to my flat to offer him a bottle, but I wasn’t 100% sure about taking a stranger to my home. What are you going to tell mummy?

“Oh, that’s great? Where is it?”
“If you want I can take you there.”
“I don’t want to disturb you...”
“No, you are not disturbing me. I was just going... for a walk.” I lied, because I didn’t want him to think he was been a burden on me.
We went to buy the most expensive bottle of water, I believe, he has ever paid for – 4euros (4$). But a bar/restaurant can charge that and more.

After the water we started to walk towards my auntie’s flat. We talked all the way.
"I forgot my jacket at the bar last Friday."
"Oh... did you find it?"
"Yes, I went to collect it yesterday." we were doing small talks. I don’t know the reason but at one point he told me “One of my twin sister is expecting her first child in May.”

“Wow, that’s nice.” I know we were not making great conversation, but we couldn't bring ourselves to part from each other. Then he took the courage and asked me:

“Would you like to come for a drink with me?”

I played it cool. I thought about my auntie’s flat and having a drink with this nice guy in front of me. In the end, after much pretended thinking, I opted for the latter.
We went to another bar. I ordered juice and he ordered a cup of tea. I ask him "Did you really wanted to kiss me on Friday or were you just drunk."
"I wanted to kiss you... English people are very shy and when they drink they become... free..."
One thing was cleared then. And I changed topic.

“Oh, I love guitars.”
“I play the guitar.”
“Wow, that’s great. Do you know how to play Bryan Adams songs, I love him.”
“Yes, me too!” he smiled and I saw a faint dimple on one of his cheeks.
“Really? Do you like Bryan Adams?” that was like, wow... he likes my favourite musician. WOW!
“Not really...”
“Then, why did you say it.” I was disappointed.
“I wanted you to like me.” He smiled again and I laughed pleased. I was enjoying my afternoon and from his laugh I could tell he was as well. Thanks to the accomplice of a bottle of water, we were enjoying the company of each other. What if we never left our respective flats? That was the work of chance and the water symbolises that.

From that day onward we became friends. I came to know that we both knew some of the guys from my little town. For this reason we started to go out in group nearly every weekend. We were just friends for the whole month of April until an episode made my heart jump for him. But maybe that can wait for another post.

I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day. I hope you all enjoy it with your loved ones!


  1. Awww! See... it was FATE! What a sweet story and I love how you remember each and every little detail. Happy Valentine's Day to you and your sweetie! xo

  2. awwww what a sweet post! i agree, this was def. fate! i can't wait to read more!!

    Happy Valentine's Day!!!

  3. Such a sweet story... I love it can't wait to read more about how he made your heart jump.. Hope you had a great Valentine's day!

  4. Aw LOVE this story!! I'm totally planning on reading more so I hope you post it soon! :)

  5. This is such a romantic little story. I caught up on the firt part and you have me so intrigued about the whole thing.
    Don't you love how the most amazing things in life happen in unexpected places at unexpected times?


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