I once featured in a romantic comedy. The main character a childhood crush that I had accidentally run into years later at a mall. A mall I only go to when I’m hoping not to run into anyone I know, because it’s the worst mall in the north and no self respecting person should be spending their monies there. That day, I wasn’t self respecting. It being close to home, I figured I could just pop into a Forever New & Woolies and pop out as quickly as I could, without much notice. In fact I was so focused on getting these tasks ticked off my list, I didn’t even recognise him when he came up to say hello that day.
But a few weeks later we were flying high (or rather I was flying high) on life having the craziest and probably most out of character time ever. It was fun. I was addicted.
But then, like most addictions, the day we called it quits, went all cold turkey I hit a serious low.
Great guy though.
For the strangest reason, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Pity, he was crazy fun, I think we’d have been good friends. Now it’s as if he had just been a figment of my imagination. Maybe he was.
I suppose that’s what makes it comedy.
Just a figment…