I paid for the milk-shake on the counter and the waitress was biting her lip. I pulled the car from the curb and drove back home, I was really behind my schedule today. Somehow, my brain kept replaying the moments with that mysterious woman in the cafe, until I snapped back to senses and found out my car was drifting out of lane.
Fuck.
"Gotta focus on the road." I turned the music loud on stereo for the rest of the way that was left. It clocked around 11 am, and I was done with my post-workout meal. Now was the time for a good nap. I napped for a solid 3 hours.
It's been more than 3 months now since I got my bachelor's degree in Architecture and no wonder I'm a crappy architect with no job. And to look back, I still miss my uni life when it was all bout fun and games with my boys, flirting around with gurls, screwing random hotties, and just a little bit of studying that usually ended up with nowhere. There was this one time in my last semester, I was staying at a friend's place for the night before my exam to study. All we did was talk about Harry Potter and smoke the whole night. Complying with bro code, we shared resentment for our fallen brother Severus Snape, the man was a true hero and a lover, too bad he died miserably. Morning was here, and we were still talking about 'What-Ifs' and all the possibilities the Harry Potter Franchise coulda turned out to be.
I woke up around by the evening with all my energy restored that was drained in the gym. I take my fitness seriously, it's more of a therapy for me. I eat big, I lift big, I get big. More like the russian slogan of some whey protein advert. It was time for my playstation, it was sitting over there under the big 50" TV screen which my pops gifted me for my 21st birthday last year. I could spend days playing games on playstation in my room without emerging from my lair, unless except for gym. Kinda ironic how lazy I can be when I'm left alone with my games.
Some minutes into gameplay, my super focused brain flickered for a moment there while I was on a nazi killing spree, and reminded me to look for the mysterious woman I met at the cafe on Facebook.
"Seriously? Right now!?? Oh man. Fuck it."
Didn't wanted to pause my game for a lousy chick search, but something was pushing me, definitely it was for sure. I searched for the username she told with no luck.
"Maybe I should try spellings."
I tried a couple spellings for starters and some random profiles showed up, I was totally baffled. This search of mine got me in for minutes now.
"I'm missing out on something. Something specific maybe. Lemme remember. FUCK! Ah yes, I remember her asking how to find her profile, and she asked to look for a smudged picture of a blonde holding and kissing a baby."
"Yes, that's it. I found her. Wait a min!!! She's got a baby now? WTF. Must be a single mom."
I read out her entire profile and found out she wasn't a local and she lived in another country which is very, very far away, actually overseas. I dropped her a message and went around her profile to look for more pictures. She looked young and goofy in the pictures. I could tell by the pictures that she was still a gurl.