Dumped by the Masquerade Girl

Just after a short month (give or take a few days) from meeting "Sophia" (fake name, remember? =3), we have decided that the timing of our meeting was off. Or rather, she decided all of this and relayed her decision to me. It come out of nowhere, but I'm surprisingly fine with this decision. I knew that this was it was bound to happen, though much later than what I had anticipated. We simply didn't have time for each other. Our messages, phone calls, and pretty much any attempt to communicate with each other were far and few in between. 

In fact, because of our demanding schedules, we didn't see each other since the masquerade party! So this is why I'm not at all bothered by the decision to not try to see each other. Oh well - life moves on, though I've some great news: there's actually another lovely lady that I've begun to see consistently! She's actually the real reason why I'm more happy than bummed than Sophia - it's because I've already on a several dates with her already ;-) 

Things are looking up, people!

The Girl At The Masquerade

First off, let me just say I've had a difficult time writing (and rewriting) this post through out the past few days. Most of the problem was just simply finding a way to tell you (the reader) what had transpired at the masquerade without revealing much sensitive information. Also, I am highly suspicious that certain people will eventually discover this blog post (unless by the time they found this post, I will have written at least another 50 to 100 more, I hope) and will be upset (or not, depending on who it is) at how I have worded all of this. Life, my digital friends, is complicated. Moving on!

The masquerade was, overall, an exciting, new experience for me. At times, I felt uncomfortable, due to wearing wearing a suit and tie (it was a very formal event, though I think all masquerades are. I'm just more of a jeans-and-Tshirt kind of guy). Also, the plague mask (what I wore for the event - pretty much had to be hand-made so I could wear my glasses over the mask) got me too much attention (or at least it felt that way to me). 

Anyhow, as the night went on, talked to people, getting a brief picture of who they are. Many, like myself, are upper-classmen, though many attended different universities not my own. Furthermore, I was intrigued by other's academic interests/studies, and I found the exchange of ideas to be fascinating, even if the discussion itself wasn't comprehensible at times. Also, there was dancing (which you already know, isn't my thing), but I didn't mind too much this time around. The night, overall, was an amazing blend of intelligent discussions couple with brief dances with beautiful women. 

At the end of my stay, as my time there drew to a close, I bid farewell to those I had the pleasure to speaking with in conversation. I had also removed the plague mask - it felt nice to see again. After that, as I was heading out the main entrance, I was stopped. I turned around and saw that it was a lone woman, wearing an elegant beige and black dress. She was petite, short, and (perhaps it was her jewelry and headress) beautiful. Her mask accentuated her blue eyes all the more, and her outfit allowed her pale complexion to be that much more outstanding. She smiled, and I saw glints of metal attached to her teeth - braces. 

"I've been stalking you, Sebastian..." she says playfully. "I've noticed you since the moment I saw you...I've been keeping an eye in you."

With that, she extends a delicate hand towards me. She expected a handshake, but instead (in a gentleman-like fashion), I kiss the back of her hand softly. "I'm (for the sake of anonymity, let's call her Sophia - her real name is just as lovely though). It's nice to meet you, Sebastian." But there I was, dumbfounded and speechless. How do I respond to that?! It was strange being told that I was being watched, especially from a pretty lady like her. I stupidly told her it was nice to meet her also and we went our separate paths - I went out the main door and she returned to the party. My friends, who were with me when all this transpired, told me to go back to her - a girl that hot (their words, not mine) does not tell you that just to say hello. She wants the "D" (again, their words).

They had a point. There was an opportunity and I, like an Oakland Raiders wide receiver, completely fumbled the chance to get her phone number. So I rushed back, hoping to find Sophia quickly before I'd lose sight of her.

It didn't take much time to find her and exchanged our phone numbers. We briefly discussed a day and time to call each other, and with that, I returned to my friends, ready to go home. Exhausted, but happy.

"Life in Technicolor II"

The other day, I was listening to Coldplay's Viva La Vida or Death & All His Friends (and no I'm not gay - more on that later), though it was on shuffle. When Life in Technicolor began to play, my friend at the time told me that there was a second version - WITH WORDS!!! Then he explained that the can be found in the Prospekt's March EP (which I never looked into that EP). Of course I looked it up in YouTube, and sure enough, there were words. Surprisingly, there was also a music video and, in short, I found it amusing and clever. Instead of me telling you what it is, you should see it for yourself!