The Mysterious gurl and I are meeting again this Wednesday, two days from today. My perception of her's now transitioned from a woman to a gurl taking into account of all the time I spent stalking her Facebook profile today, I got so involved that I almost missed on my dinner with the boys. Glad I snapped out back in time.
"Hello, who's this?"
The mysterious gurl replied to my text within an hour. I had an old photograph of me going on my profile picture, guess she didn't have recognized me, or did she?
I was always a vague sorta character and this time around was no exception to it. I pulled off with my rusty ol' KNOCK KNOCK joke, to which she replied perfectly what I was anticipating.
"Who's there?"
"Dark Lord"
"Dark Lord who?" (She's clueless)
I replied with a clipped image of Lord Voldermort with his evil ugly grin exposing rotten teeth, which is however not a conventional way to greet people on the internet, but I whatsoever on the contrary, like to stick out of mainstreams.
"Hahahahahaha…..You're funny" (The long stretched streak of ha-has say it all)
For the next 60 sweet minutes I smoothly engage her in a role-play where I play Lord Voldemort, who's poor, hungry, miserable, and looking for a place to spend the night. Meanwhile, she played a cute little gurl, who's not letting me slip past her door despite me begging. At first I tried to threaten her remarking on my dark powers, and she didn't heed leaving me but no choice but to beg on my knees, to which she opened up the door for me eventually letting me inside. She offered me candies and gummy bears, and I almost instantly tossed them over. It was mean of me, and it crossed her so she asked me to leave at once, realizing I had no place to go, I picked up those lousy gurly candies and faked a smile. She had a nice sofa chair for me to spend the night there, she fetched some warm blankets for me and then walked upstairs to her bedroom in a robe.
This would've progressed into something more pleasant and wonderful but curiosity was killing me and I disturbed the flow thus spoiling the mood.
"Remember me?"
"Sure do, cutie. xD" (It's working, Yayyy!)
"So it would seem."
"Sorry?"
"Let's meet…..Again. lol."
"Yes. xoxo."
"Same cafe. Evening. 9pm."
"Could you come by my hotel?"
"Uh-uhm, umm."
"Room 4224. Wednesday at 9. And don't make me wait cutes. xD" (Bingo, it's a homerun!)
Just like that I was able to fix another meeting with that mysterious gurl. Exchanging names seemed completely irrelevant at this point, even though it can be considered weird by some cultured people to carry out a conversation of this sort. To be very honest, neither of us bothered to ask for names, we got all tangled up in our laid out characters.
SWEET MOTHER OF GOD. (Cusses in joy)
"Is it 8 already?!?! FUCK. Shit."
Realizing I'm late for the dinner, I quickly slip on a pair of denim jeans and a white shirt with a beige Italian blazer jacket over. I floored on the gas driving insanely fast with Rock n Roll running on the stereo.
"Yo, bud. I'm on my way. Be there in 15. Wait for me."
I called my boy to hold on for me even though it was a long way left, and I was pushing my ride to her limits. This was serious, me and my boys are meeting after months, and I wouldn't jeopardize that.