Scenes from an eternal summer

Same corner...

August 11, 2005
1:11pm
Ho Chi Minh City

This tall modelesque lady beside me came in a while ago through the glass doors wearing her lanky frame in a pose while waving her slender arms about. She came in mumbling to herself, mad... she probably got stood-up.

But no worries she is relaxed now playing with her stylus, waiting for that SMS or call to come saying... "I'm sorry sweetie, I got held up at work. Lunch looks impossible."

With her well manicured nails she taps her fingers on the table as French music pipes in. She orders a grape smoothie and a big piece of carrot cake. No worries... alas she spills the drink on her first sip. Is that anger behind those long lashes or just blobs of mascarra waiting to fall down like rain.

I hand her the bunch of paper napkins neatly folded in a glass tumbler from my table. She smiles and I immediately look away, afraid to reveal I was eavesdropping on her moment of weakness.

Not one to back down on any fight she eats-up her cake in a succession of big bites. In between running her fingers through her shiny waist length black hair she fiddles with her cell phone. An inaudible exchange takes place. And she is smiling again. She pats a paper napkin neatly on her pink glossed lips, stands up and storms out as loudly as she came in. From the glass windows I see her hail a cab.

Off to another date she goes... undefeated.

posted by SmellMyKnee @ 9:46 PM