This is getting funny. You and I meeting like this- straight out of a dating manual. Someone told me we were supposed to meet last year. Well, you are two months late. And what’s this about me not seeing you again for another six months?
It’s funny because you are everything they said you’d be. One of them said you have to be intelligent, profound. Another felt you’d be Caucasian- a mixed breed, perhaps of Asian and European descent. A fellow Capricorn said, you’d be younger but wiser, and most importantly- sexy and good looking ( oh yeah!). We’d have to share the same faith too- in divinity and in the healing powers of vanilla ice cream. And most probably, a rasta friend of mine said, I would be drinking beers (we had five different kinds- this I know you won’t forget) on the first meeting. A poet told me- this guy I would meet won’t be able to keep his eyes off me and will hang on to every word spoken and every gesture until finally we touch skin to skin, palm to palm. I only said I wanted you to be taller than me by a few inches. I have pictures. Wanna see how good we look good together?
funny, you could be the one and though you were late than predicted, i still feel i've met you too soon.
