IN A EUROPEAN STATE OF MIND

Well, he's here.

Him and his belgian chocolates. Him and his belgian waffles. He's back and as charming as ever.  I giggle as i write since i have been contradicting my own bodily reactions in anticipation of his come back from Europe. This is word of mouth vs word of body. I said I won't be fussing over this since it's been quite long since we parted mutually as part time Grease-themed lovers of 2004. Oh yes, I am a certified denial queen of the moment. And I get goosebumps at that thought.

On that day that we would see each other again I mouthed words such as "nothing, ok, and then?" but alas I have been a mouthpiece of contradictions since my preparations meant the other way around. I bathed using my most powerful bath cream, tried on 3 different tops, lathered not just a Johnson's baby lotion but a Bath and Body works peach cream, put on a long forgotten lip color used only for task oriented meetings and wore pearls that looked like they came from the south but  was actually bought  from an overpass.  The only thing missing is a sign pasted on my forehead stating that I am gorgeous.

and so we meet again...

If we were magnets, i could have been the positive and he,  another postive ion. We were repelling ourselves from each other but we talked for 5 minutes and flew on to our social circles. Probably, i don't like being teased lest i be sung with an 80's OPM hit " Muling ibalik ang tamis ng pag-ibig...." Of course that cannot be helped, everything was so cliche for old couples to meet up and talk.  Then I knew that he was really back and not some hologram because we almost had an argument like the ones we used to have.

I feel good anyway. I know that someone over here knows me from inside and still accepts all crappy stuff i say and do. I know that someone over here knows that i cannot stand overly late people and messy bags and smoking at my face and ineffective lip gloss. It's good to know that someone from your lovely past knows you in a way different from other people. The fact that he's just around you makes you all the more settled at your pace. I like that, it makes you hard to detach. I have embraced that before and the detachment begins.

He gave me belgian waffles. But i think i have a new liking for french bread.