Sitting on stone bench- smoking with extreme accuracy my adored cigarette.
Mild wind, not paying attention to the already noticed area- small groceries bag- an ecological elegant one.
Overheard something unusual, two people, a man and a woman sitting to my left:
Man: My name is John
Woman: Ah Joshua
Man: No, John, not Joshua
Woman: Yes, I know Joshua
Man: I said that my NAME is JOHN, not Joshua.
Woman: Not important, John, Joshua, Paul, George, what is important we met after chatting for weeks.
Man: Are you happy Lia?
Woman: I am not Lia.
(Me still smoking, overhearing the impossible)
Man: Really? Who are you?
Woman: We are at last dating today without knowing who we are
Man: Please Lia or whatever… or whoever, please call me LOVE?
( I could not stand that longer, stood up and went to the bus stop, to catch it ).
I was still wondering how they managed to meet, with NUMBERS they finally met.
Still dreaming Young Man, blond,tall who said ‘’I am sorry’’ looking at me in a shop,2 hours earlier.
With a half stupefied expression on his face: ‘’How long does it take to this woman to choose the right one, reading all ingredients, shampoos- smells- pros and cons- country of production and manufacturing-discovery of a Dublin fraud product meant for different kind of hair, coloured and treated dry and damaged, oily, …. with exactly the same ingredients. A FRAUD. I chose the right one for 2 weeks, I might probably cheat him with another! Looking at labels, ingredients and so on and so forth! And most and foremost PRICE.
‘’Sorry the young man said, next to me- ‘’Please do not say sorry’ ’I said, ‘’you are so good looking, amazing, are you engaged?
We are so engaged!
Call me LOVE, call me NO!