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part 4 📖
after that, he takes me to one of the best pastry shops i’ve ever been to. the bun? cloud-level soft. the coffee? rich. the conversation? suspiciously good. at some point i mention i wanna buy gifts for my friends and maybe grab a few books for myself. the SECOND i say books, this man goes: ‘actuallyyyy…’ turns out the bookstore i wanted to visit barely has books in english and before i can even process that information, he’s already inviting me to one of his favorite bookstores instead. so naturally, i go. the second we walk in, he picks up a book and goes: ‘this is my favorite, have you read it?’ GIRL. it’s The Goldfinch. ??????? and i actually HAVENT. so i stand there like ‘omg, it’s on my TBR list but i did read The Secret History.’ so now we’re standing there having a full on Donna Tartt summit 😭 final agreement: i read The Goldfinch. he reads The Secret History. diplomacy wins. then i start wandering around grabbing books, reading back covers, fully thriving. eventually the stack gets too heavy and he takes the books out of my hands. which… fair enough. they WERE heavy. i just didn’t realize that was the beginning of a full time role for him. the shopping bags stay with him. the receipts are on him. doors start opening like they’re on motion sensors. at one point i laugh and go, ‘you know i can carry my own stuff, right?’ he nods. processes the information. files it somewhere?? and then continues acting like i legally cannot experience the burden of holding a single bag. BUT THEN. THEN. as if he hasn’t already been acting like a male lead specifically engineered to destroy my standards forever, he picks up Madonna in a Fur Coat (the one i chose for myself) and goes: ‘we should read this together, the beginning sounds intriguing.’ and i’m standing there like??? what?? is this man willing to dedicate his time to the books i pick? a WONDER. so i go: ‘i haven’t even read it yet. what if it’s boring? what if we both suffer through 300 pages for nothing?’ this man looks completely unbothered. ‘i’m not really betting on the book. you strike me as someone who always has an interesting take.’ and unfortunately for me that lands approximately 14 times harder than a normal compliment
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you can ALWAYS get funnier 😌
the girlies and i watched some stand-up together, tried to write our own jokes, and laughed till our tummies hurt. blessedddd :’)
part 3 👟
during dinner i told him i missed my gym routine back home and this man goes: ‘i actually have a workout booked in a few days. you can join if you want. my PT can train both of us.’ and i said: ‘i don’t need a PT. i am a PT.’ the silence after that was LOUD. this man smirks at me like he just unlocked a side quest. so naturally i go: ‘watch me.’ CUT TO: the morning of the workout. i wake up with the most disrespectful fever of my life. acclimatization was beating my ass so badly i genuinely thought my body was trying to return to sender. i’m laying there sweating like a medieval plague victim thinking: well. this is humbling. but then i made a deal with myself: if the shower fixes me, i go. and somehow that shower had the healing powers of the lord himself because next thing i know i’m biking to the gym delirious but committed to the bit. we meet his PT in the foyer and immediately i realize this man’s accent is on expert mode. i’m standing there like: haha yes 😀 absolutely 😀 meanwhile my brain: ⚠️ no subtitles available ⚠️ i tell him i wanna do my own workout but i’d love technique tips. this man watches me warm up for TWO business seconds before going: ‘ohhhh she knows what she’s doing.’ and i’m internally like: CLOCK ITTTTT suddenly he starts handing me heavier weights because apparently my form is ‘too perfect’ for the lighter ones. mind you i’m fighting a fever, dehydration, possible spiritual warfare, and now i also have to look hot and athletic??? at one point i genuinely convinced myself i looked like one of those warrior women in movies. like yes. daughter of zeus. protector of gains. THEN. THE TREADMILL INCIDENT. these men decide it would be fun to teach me how to stop a treadmill by jumping onto the sides while sprinting full speed. why did i almost meet God. one wrong move and my teeth would’ve landed in another country. but somehow i survived and unfortunately… it was actually fun. like genuinely had a blast that i fell in love with running afterwards and now i run every other day. the endurance?? life changing the whole workout was just us laughing, joking around, hyping each other up and at one point i literally caught myself thinking: oh my god. who knew dating could actually be this fun???
all my boyfriends decided to meet up during my lunch break and give me some food for thought #jinx_watches
since y’all loved that story sm i’m bringing you part 2
after that he invited me to dinner the next day. and i was mentally preparing myself for the classic ‘idk find a place?’ situation but no. this man sent me a whole curated list of cute restaurants around the city. all i had to do was pick one. princess treatment fr. so we end up at this dimly lit fancy restaurant on like the 65th floor of a skyscraper. the waitress asks if we have any allergies and we both say no, but then i remember my stomach has personal beef with bell peppers. not an allergy, my gut just sees bell pepper and declares war. the waitress had already walked away though, and i’m sitting there debating if i should even mention it. so i tell him like ‘it’s not serious i just can’t digest bell peppers,’ and immediately this man goes: ‘do you want me to tell them just in case?’ and i was weirdly hesitant about it but he was already standing up like ‘yeah no i’m gonna go tell them because we’re not risking it.’ and he just handled it. no making me feel dramatic, no ‘you’ll be fine,’ nothing. just quietly took care of it. green flag behavior so aggressive we love. food comes. i ordered this baby spinach shrimp salad and enough sushi to feed a small village. he got steak. we’re talking about our families, friends, random pet peeves, having a great time. and then. i notice something suspicious in my salad. mind you this restaurant is SO dark i can barely identify my own hand. but i look closer and realize that the entire time… i had been eating tiny chopped bell peppers. girl. wtf 😭😭😭😭 i immediately tell him and now both of us are leaning over the plate like scientists trying to identify the crime scene because at first we genuinely couldn’t tell what it was. then the waitress comes back and we politely ask if there’s bell pepper in the salad. you know. the thing we SPECIFICALLY asked not to add. girl she went SILENT. immediate apology. took the plate away. promised to replace it. and meanwhile this man slowly turns to me and goes, word for word: ‘do you want me to go full karen mode with them? because i can.’ ????????????????? i was in AWE. like sir thank you for your service but i already consumed the evidence unfortunately 😭 there is no undo button here. so i was like no no it’s okay let’s not ruin the vibe. the rest of dinner actually went perfectly smooth after that. and when it was time for me to go home he goes: ‘do you want me to get a car for you or a bike?’ because he KNEW i’m obsessed with bikes even though riding them in thailand is basically a near death experience with a breeze. and with the biggest grin on my face i go: ‘a biiiiikeeee 🤭’ this man looks at me dead serious and goes: ‘i beg you please wear a helmet. the germs on it are better than brain damage.’ HELPPPPPP 😭😭😭 i barely even heard the end of the sentence because at that point i was already on the bike with the wind blowing through my hair feeling like like i was in a coming-of-age movie directed by the universe itself.
whenever you finally make enough money to buy your mom the jewelry she’s always wanted
