When I met her, it was disgust at first sight. I don't know how feelings go from disgust to fondness, but I know what I felt.
I needed an excuse to leave the house, and this presented itself, after chatting like two nazis for about a month, I still wasn't ready to meet this maniac, but I made the decision anyways. I'd been holed up in my room for 32 hours, and I wasn't thinking straight, at least that's what I told myself, why else would I be willing to meet someone who I knew was crazy? It beats me.
Dressing was always an uphill task for me, I couldn't leave the house without being impressed by the image I saw in the mirror, which covered a good fraction of the wall in my room, and I'm not easily impressed. But today, I didn't care, the fear that if I would change my mind, if I wasted any more time, made me throw on a tee, jumped into my jeans, grabbed my sneakers, and set off, taking extra care to not look in the mirror.
Traffic was wild, since every road user was in a hurry to get home, and I had to put my headphones on to drown out the noise from all the honking and blaring, and the voice that kept telling me to get off the bus. I searched through my playlist for a loud and angry rap song, Eminem seemed loud enough, so loud that I almost missed the bus stop, and I got off the bus wondering why he's always so angry and loud.
I walked into the diner, and saw her on the second bottle of beer, and an empty dish beside it, and only one thing came to my mind, this is gonna be one hell of a meeting.
Lucent Britex.