“
He’s
not the ‘forever’ type. He’ll take you to a
park on your first date and ask you to dance to Hungry Eyes,
and he’ll say ‘gosh, you’re intelligent
– you’re not just smart, you’re
intelligent’ and he’ll say it like
there’s actually a difference. On the second date
he’ll make you fall in love. Not the ‘real’
kind of love but the heart racing, take-your-breath-away kind
that says, ‘I don’t think I’ll ever meet
anyone like this again.’ The cruelest thing he’ll
do is let you believe you have a special place in his heart.
He’ll call at 10am or 10pm or halfway through dinner.
He’ll call and your heart will lurch and you’ll
swoon and laugh and pretend it didn’t hurt when he
didn’t turn up last Saturday. He’ll call and
you’ll drop your ego like you drop your knife and fork,
and you’ll run straight to his front door. And standing
on his porch, you’ll smooth over your skirt and hair, and
bite your bottom lip like a schoolgirl who hasn’t learnt
her lesson, and he’ll answer the door and say, come, meet
my friend. I’m teaching her to dance. She likes Hungry
Eyes too.
—Sue Zhao
—Sue Zhao
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