Not only am I living a high school life, I am making the most out of it with tingles and everything.
Ironically, I never had this opportunity during high school, because everything I did back then was about food and studies, and flipping it the other way around. There was the occasional crush feeling, but it ends right even before it starts.
At my age now, you expect me to be married and having kids of my own. But at 30, the testosterone is even higher than before.
To simply put things into their own perspective, the occasional crush feeling back in high school, it now has its own fairy tale.
Truth be told, my being introvert does not help in making it fantasy than it is funny.
There is this girl, who I saw around the company, a new hire, a fledgling. We often get that awkward stare at each other, then when its done, it's as if routinary for the both of us, not that we were able to confirm the mutuality of it. I guess, when two strangers meet, and somehow emotionally and psychologically connect, the spark starts everything, and you merely oblige yourself to make a sense out of it. There is not time for reasoning; there is only the idea that while it is still off the oven, put the butter where it's supposed to be, then take a bite. Then you take a risk and you stare more, and before you know it, the two of you are in a staring contest, separated by gutt and the occasional uneasy smile.
There are no words uttered, no greetings made, no nothing.
Somehow, it was better that way.
But eventually, you crave for more. You tremble to get a bigger bite out of it.
Then this article has to end. Because I neither wish to be bittersweet nor want to be hopeless romantic about it.
