30th of January, 2016

Tonight was supposed to be a normal night. 

Tonight was supposed to be a night where I'd stay inside and watch and read and write and socialize online. (I'm pretty indecisive.)

I was supposed to have a date with my dad's laptop, and enjoy it. 

But no. My sister decided that we should have dinner with her fiancee's family, and so I was dragged to a restaurant almost an hour away from home. Although I didn't whine about it, I still wished I was back in front of my desk, enjoying my alone time like I normally would at a Saturday night. 

Instead, I was dressed up and I even put on some makeup, which I did for the very first time. Somehow, while getting ready, I thought it was a good idea to finally try it out. A sudden realization that I was 16, and that I needed to look decent because there might be boys there, came to me and I wasn't sure why I was glad it did. Because when I arrived there, there were no boys my age. At all. 

At all. (Reminder that I am a hopeless romantic and I long for moments when I meet a stranger whom I might like.)

So you bet I was dismayed. I thought, "I went through all that trouble to look presentable and no guy shows up to give at least one look?" It's a y note, I know, but I put all that in and gave my best smile. Although no man was there for me to gawk at, I still thought I looked incredible for a make-up rookie (or should I say lady-noob?). 

After that, dinner went by pretty fast, and so did my diet. Okay, no I'm not really in a diet, but I could have been if only I didn't eat three servings of fried rice. In which case, I did, and my stomach clearly showed that there was no turning back. 

Just when I was about to dig into the almond jelly, which tasted lovely by the way, I saw, through the door's small window, a boy sitting on one of the chairs at the waiting area outside. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited, because I was. And it felt like destiny. Who sees boys through small windows nowadays? He sat exactly just right for me to see him through the window, and that made me interested in him real quick. I gave him a few glances, but he seemed to not notice me which was both annoying and relieving. Annoying because I wanted him to know I exist, and relieving because I wasn't sure if he'd like it if he knew someone like me existed. 

Just as I was about to call it quits and dig into my second serving of almond jelly, he then found my face and looked into my eyes. It took me at least a second before it registered in my head that he now knew I existed. What I didn't get was when he was supposed to look away then, like normal people would when they realized they were caught looking, he didn't pull his gaze away and we just stayed there, for at least 4 seconds before I decided to look away. And now don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to assume he was interested in me as well, but the amount of eye contact we had before he left (for good) was pretty high enough for me to think that his interest was at least piqued by a millimeter. 

Alright, so boy #1 left, and I assumed there wasn't going to be any boys for me to ogle at anymore. 

I was wrong. 

Because one more boy came, and he was the one that got me to write this down. Boy #2, and hopefully boy-that-I-will-meet-again, arrived at around 8:30 in the evening with his family. I don't know if that was right, but I assumed they arrived that late because our family was about to leave when I saw them eating. 

I was waiting outside and was writing some notes/prompts, when I caught not him but two of the guys who were with him. Alright, they were cute. Like Korean-Japanese-Chinese cute. (I'm betting on Chinese blood though.) I looked at them from time to time, glancing from my notebook and back. I did not notice Boy #2 at all. In my defense, he was at the other end of the table, which made it harder for me to see him because I was closer to the end where the two cute boys were sitting. 

That's when one of the kids from my future-in-law's family came out and ran to me with a smile. He's an 8 year old who came from New York, so I kept on talking to him to practice my English. We spoke to each other for a few minutes before he decided to walk to where Boy #2 and his family were sitting, and waved at them as though he knew them. They didn't notice at first, or if they did, they didn't show much to indicate they did in fact see him. So I dared the kid to get them to say hi/wave at him and in return, I'd kiss the kid as reward. The kid agreed immediately and effortlessly got them to wave at him. Even the mom turned around to wave at him. Then boy #2 noticed, and that's when I made eye contact with him. It's a good thing we were separated by glass with them inside and us outside, because he could have heard me make weird noises after we looked at each other. 

And get this: he waved at the kid, which was absolutely A+ to me, before he saw me. Although right after he saw me, his eyes and my eyes were the only ones who kept on meeting. His eyes looked big, like the way Kyungsoo's eyes are. You could just imagine how much I smiled that night, knowing someone whose eyes were like that looked at me. It was absolute bliss. 

Boy #2, wherever and whoever you are, I hope I'll see you again. This time, not only will our eyes meet, but our whole beings. I want to hear your voice, and I want to touch your hand. (For a handshake of course, not anything else. At least not yet. Let's just get to know each other first haha) I hope you'll still remember me. You know what happened that night. I know you almost choked on your food when I mustered up the courage to wave a hello at you. I know you looked at me hard and long enough right after that stunt of mine. I know you were looking when I was playing with my baby niece. I hope, when you looked at me, you saw something good. 

'Til our eyes meet again, Boy #2.