Obaba Museum

“Oops!” That was all I could say. If not that I’d decided to quit profanities then it would be more along the lines of “Shit, I’m fucked.” Nothing could have been worse, this is one of the worst days I’ve had in the history of worst days. Not like I have better days anyway and they don’t even meet the cut for good. They are just bleh!

However, the attention isn’t on me, no it’s on the event of the day; should have been a special day. Well, it was a special day, only it’s one to remember and cringe, vex and wallow all over again in the embarrassment that came with the day.

The embarrassment of the day was tripled just like the event not just because of what happened, but also because of where and to whom it happened. I would have loved if the whole world had witnessed it and that person was exempted. But unfortunately, I had the reverse and the person still smiled after it happened.

I would love to give you all the details of the event, the person and where it happened, but doing that would let you know all about it and perhaps you might even know me or the other person. But I’ll give you various incomplete parts of the story and wait for the beautiful human brain to work out the possibilities of what I did or didn’t say. Some people might guess right great but you’ll never really know if you’re right or wrong, right? Which is beautiful for me as I have the satisfaction of sharing the event but also the closure of knowing you don’t know the full story or the participants (well except you’re a psychic or witch).

Weird might seem like a cliche now but for lack of a better qualifying adjective and having been called that too often I would love to use it to qualify myself. But if I was asked sincerely, I would say I am worse than weird.

A very beautiful morning, it’s worth to know. Bright sunny day, at least for now. The light will soon be dried out of the day. I woke up early, happy to see another day. Happier that I get the chance to probably get laid or just spend time with my crush.

I doubt I’ll get laid though, I can’t commit that sin yet. But there could be romancing and other which can’t be prevented because I’m going to be in the same room with someone I have feelings for. Well, my feelings could go down the drain now.

So back to my short lived happiness. I did every takes with joy that morning. The meetup was her place, she had more money and her place was more well furnished and in a better environment as compared to my self contained face-me-I-face you. She had a 12 by 13 apartment.

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