A Young Me and Many Flies

While writing this story, I’m waiting for a man who messaged me last night to say he got something to tell me but he didn’t want to bother me now. I have no idea what his ‘something’ is. But I’m praying he’s not going to borrow my money.

About this young guy, I’d known him ‘by sight’ for two months. We never said hi to each other. We just said hi to each other two weeks ago. He invited me to his room after talk. I don’t know why. Maybe the sink in his room was blocked? Maybe the air-conditioner was too noisy when operated. He should have informed the hotel staff about the problems.

Inviting me to his room is not a solution because I can’t fix anything. Even the sink in my room is blocked at times. And now he got something to tell me and I’ve been waiting for 12 hours. Maybe I should call a few loan lenders to contact him before he approaches me.

At school, boys liked me. Boys were around me the same way flies hovering over dog poo. Not a nice simile but pretty close and picturesque. Particularly, when my father came to school to attend a parent-teacher conference, boys followed us furtively and giggled a lot. Their weird behavior at times made me wonder if their purpose was to stay close to me or to track my father who got the same size as an elephant.

When I was 7, there was a boy in my class who had a crush on me after he had defied me to eat a raw egg and I had taken a gulp without hesitation while he had gone with barfing. He had been impressed since then. Maybe he thought I wasn’t human and I might have had some connection with ghouls.

But I liked the boy because he was cool. He had three closest friends and they were like him: good-looking, intelligent and funny. It wasn’t my intention to attract those boys, but they helplessly liked me (I can’t be humble in this case. Please forgive me. LOL). I had no idea if they liked me because I was not usual or if they liked me because they wanted to copy my homework. But I doubted the latter.

Personally, I think it’s not the look that made these guys like me. Maybe, I was normal but they were abnormal; they liked me because I wet my skirt; they liked me because I ate a raw egg; they liked me because they saw me struggling with my panties (the ugliest experience in my life), and they liked me because I lifted up my skirt to scratch my itchy bum in the middle of the school’s football field at noon. Obviously, I was very normal but they were not.

But no guy ever got all my full attention and care like Buff did. His real name was not Buff. But we unanimously called him Buff. The name has nothing to do with Buffy and he’s not a vampire slayer. Actually, Buff was a shortened name of Buffalo. For some unknown reason, the animal is slang meaning a stupid person.

Due to my personal interest in agriculture and livestock, my heart leapt up when I first saw him and I also saw a buffalo in him. As an animal lover, I felt like feeding him, patting his head, taking him to a green field where he could graze at leisure. I started approaching him by helping him with his assignments, exams, and reports.

Friends were surprised that I got a crush on the guy. I couldn't tell them why. I chose to let him know how much I cared for him by delicately picking only young grass and piling it before him when we were sitting on the lawn together. Seeing me busily picking young grass here, there and everywhere, he assumed I was a very coy girl who was trying to hide away her shyness by plucking the grass. But the truth was I seriously thought of him as a buffalo and I must feed him. But the buffalo in him was immortal. In the end, I gave up and let it chew the cud.

Back to the guy and his something. He texted me. My first instinct never fails. OMG! Do I look rich or do I look stupid so he wants to borrow my money?