Perhaps it's because I've been menstruating these past few days, but her reaction still left me baffled. Time was flying, and I ran along the street, attracting quite a few glances.
After running for a while, my throat was parched. I bought a bottle of water from a convenience store and inquired about the small park. With that inquiry, my entire body turned into jelly.
The store owner told me that the "small Park" wasn't an ordinary leisure park; it was the name of a hotel at the end of this street.
The word "hotel" lingered in my mind. I initially thought Shirley wanted to chat, take a walk or something like that. But dreaming that she'd invite me to a hotel? And to top it off, I was late!
From childhood to now, I'd never dreamt of such a stroke of luck. If I had known it was a hotel, I'd have come at least two hours early, even if the sky was falling!
After a series of twists and turns, I stood in front of the hotel named "small Park." Who the hell came up with such a tacky name?
Without much thought, I rushed into the hotel. Across from the reception desk, I saw a girl, the short hair a distinctive feature. She was looking down at her phone. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest!
I took a few deep breaths, trying to appear calm. I had also prepared my excuse for being late. I vowed that if Shirley had indeed invited me to a hotel, even if the heavens were falling, I wouldn't step foot in that damn gambling den!
"Hey, I'm here!" I approached nonchalantly, but she looked up with astonishment. In that moment, my heart sank. I had mistaken her identity...
The girl before me also had short hair, but she seemed much more mature than Shirley, at least in her twenties. She had makeup on her face and an alluring fragrance. She wore a pair of black high heels and a black mini skirt that was as short as could be...
I stood there, at a loss for words. After a pause, she said, "You look a bit better in person than in your photos. Go get a room."
"What?" I was dumbfounded. On our first meeting, she was already asking to get a room? Had she taken the wrong medicine? Or had the world gone mad?
I considered myself fairly good-looking, but not to the extent that would make beautiful girls lose their minds. Was there some misunderstanding here?
"Is this your first time arranging a hookup? Are you expecting me to get a room? Sorry, I forgot to bring my ID..."
strike up a conversation?
Suddenly, it dawned on me. This short-haired girl was here for a strike up a conversation? I had mistakenly recognized the wrong person. It seemed like I had stumbled upon a random encounter...
My uncle used to say, if you have something to say, say it, and when it comes to beautiful women, don't waste time or you'll fall into a trap. Now, with the opportunity right in front of me, I couldn't afford to miss it!
In a split second, I rushed to the counter to pay for the room. But then I remembered, if I got a room now, what about Shirley?
We had agreed to meet at 9:00, and the sweet feeling of that moment was still lingering in my heart. Leaving aside my lateness, if I went to get a room with another girl right now, it might feel great in the moment, but what about afterwards?
I was caught in a dilemma. Should I enjoy the present moment or plan for long-term happiness? If I had a choice, I'd want both...
"Hey handsome, pay a deposit to get the room card." The girl at the counter handed over the room card, not even asking for an ID. She seemed to know the drill.
But I hesitated to hand over the money. It wasn't about the cost; it was that I'd rather share a room with Shirley. Or, to be more precise, I'd rather have the option to share rooms with her in the future...
What should I do? Happiness came too suddenly, I had no psychological preparation at all. It's like tonight, happiness arrived while I had diarrhea. I really wish I had a clone technique, having the desire but lacking the ability!
"Is the room ready?" The girl behind me asked, holding a cigarette. I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead and cautiously walked over.
I had countless hesitations in my heart, but in the end, I made a choice. For the sake of future choices!
"Um... can I add your Facebook? Can I come again tomorrow night..." I mumbled, lowering my head and taking out my phone. I hoped I could add her on Facebook first.
She looked at me in surprise, then lowered her head to look at her attire. She asked in confusion, "What's going on? Don't you want to open room?"
"No, no! It's just that tonight... I forgot to bring money." I stammered out a reason.
Actually, in my heart, I wanted to say that I wanted to open room. Damn it, I really wanted to! If it weren't for Shirley setting a date with me tonight, I would have gone to open room without hesitation!
"Hehe!" She burst into laughter. I blushed, feeling embarrassed about using the reason of not bringing money, especially in the context of arranging such matters.
She opened her small bag, took out her wallet, pulled out three hundred dollars, and handed it to me with a smile, saying, "It's okay, use mine for now. As long as you perform well, you don't need to pay me back."
Holding the three hundred dollars she gave me, my mind went blank!