I liked him from the first time I laid eyes on him. Something about his blue eyes caught me up. It was one night at the bar between coworkers.
I didn’t get to see him again, but his memories never left me. Several months later, I saw him again, at that same bar. This time our encounter felt a bit closer. That night we went out with the people from the office, including my boss, a friend of his and Mr. blue eyes.
He’d be sitting diagonally across me, smiling and only talking to the people around him. I’d be watching him sideways because I’m pretty timid on these situations. We never got to share a word during the night ’till the end, when I asked for his name and what is it that he worked on. He worked at the same office we did, but I had never bumped into him. A couple of words later and less people in the room we were left all alone at the table. He asked me sit next to him and so I did. Those blue eyes from close upfront where even bluer, sharper, prettier, his face seemed even more familiar. A few minutes later my co-workers showed up to tell me our taxis was waiting for us at the door.
A few seconds later we were all outside, my boss and his blue-eyed friend inviting me over to stay, my friends asking me to jump in the taxi that we had earlier decided to share and my mind on an infinite roller coaster. I really want to stay! I should leave. Or maybe I should stay and enjoy. How am I supposed to go back home then? No, I’m leaving. But I really want to staaaaay! I promised my friends that we’d leave together though. I even bothered them so they wouldn’t leave me here on my own. So that we could share a taxi. Damn! I wish I could stay. I’m leaving, I have to, even if the other half of me wants to stay.
And with one foot in the cab and another one out, I finally decided I had to go home. Wishing -as the first time I saw him- to see him again.
La vez siguiente que nos vimos me contó cómo su primera novia perdió su virginidad