Chapter 1
I dared myself to text her and I freaking did. I was shaking, and I felt like I was experiencing some kind of a stroke. Isn’t it funny what can a simple ”Hi" do to a person? We live in modern times when everything seems to be easier. I am a coward and I am thankful that we have cell phones I would never make the first move if we had no technology. I would shake myself to death if I had to say ”Hi" to her in person. You would too because she is fucking gorgeous. She’s got long black hair, beautiful bone structure, heavenly eyes and soft lips. Well, I don’t know if her lips are soft. I’ve never kissed them. I’ve never even touched them. But they look soft to me. She is an angel and I am not even religious. What I did after I texted her was something I would never do again, and I don’t recommend it. I decided to take a shower right after I sent the text and without waiting for her to text back. I slipped approximately sixty times because my whole body was shaking of impatience. But I saved so much water because it was the quickest shower of my life. When I ran back to my room, half naked, I saw a text. Fuck yeah. She texted me back. The text said ”Hi“. I love the word ”Hi“. Doesn’t it sound cool? Hi. It can change people’s lives. I wanted to come up with something witty and impressive because I wanted to get the girl. So, I came up with this:
"I don’t want to interrupt... I know that we barely know each other, but I think you are cool. Well, I like the way you present yourself on social media so if you are like that in real life, then you are so fucking cool. But if I’m annoying you, I’ll leave you be. Maybe I’d be able to survive it."
Was it impressive? Not really. Was it witty? Nah. But it worked because she thanked me and it started our conversation. I started asking her about her traveling experience because I was the best social media stalker ever, so, I knew a thing or two about her. France. Such a beautiful country. Thalia. Such a beautiful girl. She was a beautiful girl in a beautiful country and the only thing missing was me by her side. She told me everything about French nature and French gastronomy and it was so interesting. No kidding. Her words were like magic. She’d make poop sound interesting. And then we got a bit personal. We started chatting about food. Don’t laugh. Everything about food and eating is personal. You put it in your mouth, you swallow it and it goes all the way to your digestive system. What could possibly be more personal? She said she was bored of French baguettes, so I became bored of them too. I started to like her even more when she expressed her affection towards food. Everybody who loves eating more than sex is cool. I like food more than sex. I’ve never actually had sex, but that is just a small detail. Sex. Interesting topic. I didn’t wanna get there but now there is no turning back. When I was fourteen years old, I lied to my friends about losing my virginity to my former classmate. It was a ton of lies, but I did it to hide my sexuality from them. I realised I was more into women when I was fourteen and it was so fucking confusing. I don’t like to lie because it makes me throw up in my mouth. Liars in particular, make me throw up in my mouth. Like my psychopathic stepfather. But that’s a whole different story. So yeah, I lied to my friends and I regret it, but what is said cannot be unsaid, right? After a few text messages, I started trying out her name on my tongue. It tasted like pomegranate. Pomegranate is sweet and sour and so is Thalia. Thalia. It’s not a usual name. I wondered what the story behind it is. Maybe I’ll find out once. Thalia was even cooler than I thought. She was as sarcastic as me which was good. And I started to get a feeling that we were similar. There are some pros and cons to that. We always have a topic to talk about because we are interested in similar activities. But it could become toxic after a while and I would never want that. We chatted about our school experiences and I still wanted to impress her with my humour. Technology failed me. Autocorrect failed me. I wanted to be cool and funny, but my cell phone corrected my teacher’s name to Kardashian. I don’t know why it did that and I don’t really wanna know why. But she laughed. And that’s good. After that “Kardashian fail slash joke” our conversation became effortless. And when we were at the end of our day one conversation, she said:
"I hope this is not our last conversation and I hope that you haven’t changed your opinion of me and that you’ll speak to me again.” I really tried to fall asleep that night, but it was a bit impossible. I kept thinking about her and she didn’t even leave my mind while I was sleeping.
