Mr HL

I was at my freshest of the career I professed when my life crossed with his. I was keeping a list of priorities for my act of giving back. Send my baby sis to a post graduate school or help her settle for a job. Handle my younger brother’s medicines due his epileptic condition. Shoulder the furnishing of our townhouse that gets messed up with the call of raging storms. Grace a thanksgiving meal with my grannies and grampy. Handle my baby brother’s miscellaneous fees while he paves his way thru a college degree. Of course included were my then college peers’ woes from monetary issues to a simple food treat. In his naughty arrow shot, Cupid had me again this haughty heart over a man. I said man distinctively different from a boy who I could wildly gush about my younger years. Mr. HL was an ordinary client on the regular clinic hours. Soon as the door shut close behind him, he let loose from his cuddle his pet and briskly brushed away his beady sweat from his forehead and dirt on arms. He excused himself for some washing, I was not sure about that, but it was so clear how he realized he wanted to hide his messy look when he asked for a wipe. He was one among those who introduced themselves as my boss’s acquaintance and pester me with their persistent favor of a discount for the health service treatment or product. Exclaiming how handsome his Rottweiler did not equate to him paying less. So he and his Ally left with bill fully paid. Only to find out, they were really a kind of friends with my boss’s better-half.

In the religiosity of over-analyzing, I brought to bear a statement when it was simply said: I told him we have this doctor whom clients come back for her service and I want you to see her. But then when Mr. HL saw the nearer branch of clinic, it was I who was able to attend his dog for its scabbing wounds on the neck. It was a sorry to someone for the like of having two people to meet but turned not favored. An acceptance on Facebook inched to a first-name basis calling on his second visit exactly two days after he brought Ally with him. The connection inched further to texting inviting me to their place and personally asking me out. Maybe I was always surprised by his impulses and was on the negative. One thing was he yet to have nursed a break-up in just a few weeks time. It was better off to be hard on a vet-client disposition.

It came to a point when I felt like losing him the time he was readying to leave for work in an Arabian land. Seemed I was so upheaved thinking of ways to get him near me. I cajoled him first thru a SMS for a group bowling but to no reply; second, on Facebook but I got a clear big no.

Seeing he has so many values, I considered knowing him in progress. I supposed adding his mother and siblings in Facebook is one healthy effort. My mom blurted a hearty laugh on my I-have-this-guy-who-I-think-likes-me story. The vampiric tooth smirks behind his driving his mom to errands, tagging along with him his baby sib, apologizing  for minor erring, engaging me in talks about his family, his pets and health status are a bet to a friend. Once he mis-sent me an endearing hon, shortened for honey, so he affirmed. What went after it was for me for the taking. Our day-to-day chatting on Facebook maybe enough not. What is there to say if I catch myself in little giggles with recurring thoughts of him?