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Friends?

A more important question that many dont ask is when do you actually become friends?

is it that moment when your eyes meet? when you smile at each other? or when you shake hands? It is indeed strange especially when you remember your best friends but hardly remember the first time you met or the moment you become friends?

why is this question important you say? let me tell you a simple and true story…

It was my mom’s birthday and i was looking forward to going back hometown to give her a surprise. knowing my mother, she wouldnt smell a rat. and since i was traveliing without HIM, i decided to save myself the hassle and take the bus.

the bus was comfortable. green curtains framed the wide windows and i was seated right at the back. next to me was  a decent looking bloke. specky, short hair, clean shave, ie your typical guy next door. now, being the anti-social person that i can be, i promptly sat down and quickly opened by bag to grab my book. i normally read (wherever i go) and soon (within seconds) was immersed in a detective story i was reading - Mary Higgins Clarks. Not actually my kind of read, but since i was travelling i decided i needed something that didnt require all that much attention.

so, here i am happily reading when i ‘feel’ someone reading over my shoulder. it’s really annoying but i decided to ignore the person…at least for the moment. a few minutes later, the bus stopped and the guy beside me decided to get down to buy a drink. when he got back, he offered me a drink( cheesy really as he had only bought one bottle, but hey, it’s the thought that counts rite?). so, i naturally declined his kind offer and was about to turn to my book, when he struck a conversation.

"You really like to read dont you?"

now, what kind of a question is that? it;s like seeing someone at lunch and casually asking "Are you eating lunch?". what’s up with that?!?

anyway, polite as i was, i turned to him, stared a little rudely and said, "YES". now, one would think that that would be strong enough to discorage further conversation. Alas, too short lived was my luck and thus he started talking. albeit, i must admit some of his jokes were lame. but, i finally gave up concerntrating on my book and we started talking about almost everything under the sun. From football to books, families, work…yada yada…

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