How they met…

Couple, Rose, Laughing, Happy, Romantic

She looked at him and then at her friend.  “He’s too happy.”

“Why?  Because he’s laughing?  What’s wrong with happy?”

“It’s hard to keep up with that,” she sighed.  “I’m not one to make people laugh that much.”

“No one laughs ALL the time and he seems nice.”

“You should go for him,” she said.  “You like happy better than I do.”

Her friend shook her head.  “How would you KNOW?  When have you EVER gone out with anyone who was happy?”

“Now you’re just being…”

“Honest?”

“Look at him.  He looks like an advertisement for…something.”

“He gave you a flower.”

“You want it?” she said, holding it out to her.  “I just met him and I’m exhausted from being around that intense…whatever it is.”

“Whatever it is, is peace and happiness.”

“I don’t care what you call it,” she said.  “I need to sleep, just looking at him.”

“You’re like a bat,” sighed her friend.  “You want to live in a cave, upside down, wrapped in your own wings, with a million other bats who won’t bother you.”

She smiled.  “I like that image, but I think the bats would notice that I wasn’t one of them.”

“He’s smiling at you again.”

“Gak!”

“Why don’t you give him a chance?”

“Tired, remember.  Too much energy.  He makes me want to lay on the floor and sleep for ten years.  The more he smiles the more I want to lay down and become unconscious.”

“Fine.  You’re…just afraid to take a chance on being happy.”

“What?”

“You heard me.  You, my dearest and best friend, are terrified that you could possibly be HAPPY with someone who laughed and had fun.”

“Take that back,” she said, throwing the flower at her.

“No.  I won’t.  Because it’s true,” she said, catching the rose.

“Hey,” he said.  “Can I take you both to lunch?”

They looked at each other and shrugged.  “Sure,” she said.  “Why not.  I’m quite brave ,you know.”

“No.  I didn’t know that, but maybe you can tell me all about it.”

Her friend sighed, looked at her phone and remembered that she had to be somewhere.

“You don’t have to be anywhere at all,” she said.

Her friend picked up her bag.  “I do, I just forgot to tell you.”  She shook hands with him, said goodbye and walked away laughing.

“Your friend seems nice,” he said.

“She’s not my friend,” she said.  “Not anymore.  But tell me about yourself.  I want to know why you’re so happy.”

“Ah, you’re one of those women,” he said.  “Not too much happiness or you want to go to sleep.  Am I right?”

She laughed.  “Okay fine, just tell me your story.”

 

 

 

 

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