I'd had dreams of this over day over and over and over again. I've played this kind of picture in my head repeatedly. I'd imagined this type of scenario like a billion times.
I'd dreamt of the blissfulness that I'd feel once this day finally came, but now that it was here, now that it was seated right in front of me, I realized my thoughts and dreams and imaginations were nothing compared to the real deal.
No amount of imagination and dreams could have prepared me for the wonder that is SUSHI...
"So this is what sushi tastes like. It's so chewy and kind of crunchy at the same time." I say, my eyes popping out of their sockets with delight.
"It just gives multiple tastes. Oh lords!" I exclaim as I groped and devoured the food, sending everything straight into my mouth. The Sushi was heaven. And the side dishes were killers.
The skewered chickens tasted like liberation. The grilled pork was beyond comprehension, there was this black oily thing that was poured over it, it just tasted so perfect. The dumplings smooth and sweet. Everything was awesome.
"this is beyond what I expected. I've only seen it on TV and yes I had expected it to taste really super, but this is beyond super. This is just Fabumenally Fabumenal." I said, stuffing my mouth with everything my hands touched.
"Fabumenally Fabumenal? What does that mean? I don't think I've heard the word before." He asks, and I swear I almost forgot he was there. The food had taken over my senses.
"oh... zbitzz.. bmeanzzz..." I disgustingly spit some food out of my mouth as I try to speak with my mouth fuller than full.
I stretch my hands forward like a stop sign, signaling him to let me swallow first before I answer his question. Vigorously chewing, trying to swallow quickly so I could explain.
"It means..." He didn't let me finish talking, he hands me a glass of water, and I swear I hate how simple little gestures like this usually touch my dark heart, but I knew better than to be touched by the acts of this man. His kindness was just so he could take me to his mansion and disembowel me. I'm not falling for that princy.
I take the water, and gulp it all down.
"So sir, Fabumenally and Fabumenal is just a word that I came up with. It's like Fabulous and Phenomenal. Both are great words that express great things." I diligently explained.
"But both words are just not enough to explain some kind of feelings. So I decided sir that if Fabulous and Phenomenal were people, and they got married, and they had a baby, what would the Phenomenally Fabulous baby be called.?"
"FABUMENAL!" There was a glint in his eyes as he said it, I kind of like the way he said it. It really sounded Fabumenal.
"Right. Fabumenal." I say, now putting in more sushi into my mouth.
"Why didn't you make it Phenobulous?" he asks. He really had a way of drawing you into a conversation if he wanted to. Like just holding your gaze, coaxing you to always want to reply to him.
I quickly swallow, so as not to spit all over the delicacies again.
" Well sir, I thought of Phelous, and Fabunomenal, and Phenolous, and phebulous. And they all sounded lame, but now that you said it, I don't think I actually thought of Phenobulous. It does have a nice ring to it sir." It really did.
"can you use it in a sentence sir" I ask, sticking some more dumplings inside my mouth.
"That's easy. I can say 'Penelope Dickman is the most Phenobulously Fabumenal lady I have ever met." I swear my dark heart shifted in a different way when he said those words, for a second, I could not tear my eyes off his not so appealing face.
But then I woke up. I could not get swayed by his words. I'm stronger than this kind of thing. And besides he isn't calling me Phenobulous or Fabumenal, he's just making a sentence.
"How's that, did it go well in the sentence?"
"Yes sir, pretty well. I guess I'll add Phenobulous to my dictionary now sir." I say with my best smile.
"and I guess you have a lot more Penelope words to teach me." He was doing it again. Trying to lengthen the conversation, trying to make me talk. And for some reason, I wanted to keep on talking. This doesn't mean I'm having a change of heart or whatnot. I'm also just playing along so he'd think I'm harmless and gullible.
"Trust me sir, I have a lot more words. I mean I think the dictionary is lacking. There are hardly enough words to express ones specific feelings and and emotions."
"I know right." He answered, taking a scoop of his soup. He ordered sushi and all this splendid dishes for me, but for some weird reason all he wanted was that bland soup... hmph...
"Yes... Imagine you're really tired, but you just can't find the right word to express how exhausted and fatigued you are or you're just feeling really overwhelmed by lassitude, but lassitude doesn't really express it for you, what then?"
"You make your own word." He replies like he was really listening to what I was saying.
"That's right sir, So I came up with a better word to express this."
"Let me guess Lasexhaustigued.?" To say I wasn't surprised would have been a big lie. There was like a dozen things to come up with, but he...
"I'm guessing my guess was right judging by that look on your face." He says, he didn't really have the world's most handsome face, infact on a scale of one to ten, with One being the highest and ten being the lowest, he was at seven. But I must confess, he has a very appealing smile. The kind I would not want to eat, I would only cut off his head while he's wearing that smile, so I can keep it on display at home.