“There is this guy” these words preempt the story of a girl who is utterly smitten by a stranger. I refer to him as a stranger becuase that is exactly who and what he is. I’m ignorant to the shows he watches and the food he eats or the minor detail as to whether he is right-handed or left-handed. All that I know for certain about this guy that has piqued my interrest this summer is a one syllable first name , after days of convincing myself that he wouldn’t ignore me when I asked along with insurmountable encouragement from colleagues.
I’ll call him Allen.
I first noticed Allen last year summer at this particular establishment I frequent on a weekly basis.Very new to the English language and environment, Allen couldn’t communicate openly and freely among customers. Consequently “Sorry no English ” sufficed. I guess I could say that was when I first noticed the new face, being a regular patron and all.
The days went by and so I returned to school in the city leaving Allen behind only to remember and appreciate his existence during my sporadic visits. On each visit, I ventured into that building to see this guy, this stranger who’s every glance and eye contact seemed to be fuelling my infatuation. He was mysterious and interesting. He wouldn’ t qualify for an eye candy but there was something about him that was pulling me in and as a result the feelings found root to blossom.
At one point I had to give him a name to address him by whenever conversing with friends and “Allen” was suitable. Summer of this year came and once again I began frequenting that estbalishment, sometimes multiple times a week before I finally mustered the courage to ascertain a one syllable name . The name that was to set evreything straight, to give a hint that hey I’m interested in you, to be a conversation starter, to initiate the summer fling. Boy was that an disappointment! Being worried and frightened of all the worst possible outcomes , dressing nicely and summoning the pride from every fibre of my body only to be rewarded with a one sylabble name. That was my reward? However, there was s sense of accomplishmentt in approaching this guy that makes my fingers shake and my heart flutter. Amazement was hudddled in there too upon realization that this guy, this stranger was now fluent…basically. The possibility of having a conversation with him was intriguing.
As summer progressed I ignored him due to lack of confidence on my part and busyness on his part. Given that he was more versed in the English language, he was given more duties and therefore was busy as a bee with not a second free to get a “Hi” in. Frustrated , I went my way not making it known to anyone via facial expressions becuase I could be very transparent at times without knowing.
Allen occupied a residency in mind. I thought about him. I envisioned dates and laughter and smiles. I probably over analyzed whenever he happened to look my way or when he fidgeted a bit when he saw me coming or that almost-chuckle that I thought I heard. He was partly responsible for my smiles and giggles whenever I talked about him. He had me feeling giddy and excited for I finally had a crush on an actual person and not an intagible celebrity with a name on the screen but a lad I saw every week. Yet the sad reality remained that I have spoken more about him than I have spoken to him.
Recently, I exchanged words last Saturday with me taking the initiave, again. I asked for his name once more ( like i forgot ) and offered mine this time. That took a lot of guts and my eager tongue tripped over the words and I’m the Native English speaker here. It was quite hilarious now that I remember, for Allen to have that effect on me.
So this guy, whose first name is monosyllablic , works in a place I happen to drop by every week , is still a stranger to me. However my weekly visits will not be as such when I begin my university journey. Maybe this will extinguish my affection for Allen somehow like it did when I returned to high school. Before I go off next week, I’d like to ask “How long will you be staying in Jamaica? ” since he appears quite young himself and “How old are you?” I’m not guarenteed any truthful answers but I believe these are risks I can take before leaving.