I woke up the next morning feeling rotten. Why did I do this to myself? Why was I obsessed over someone who didn’t want me? Why couldn’t I move on? I was a mess. And I couldn’t stop. At least not yet I had to torture myself first.
I went to yoga after work. I wore a dusty rose leggings and matching set ; that complimented my skin tone (and my butt) and put my hair down (which proved to be a total fail in the end) anyway I saw him again that day and he totally ignored me in class but I could see him checking me out on the opposite mirror , he was a heterosexual guy after all, I thought..
When class was finished , I was in a bit of an emotional state , meditation got me all teary eyed so I head to the elevator, eyes blurry and he was there waiting. I enter without looking up.
“How was class?” He asked
“ amazing, she’s amazing”
“ sa7? “
I nodded , a fat tear rolling down my cheek.
He laughed. “ tra ana I didn’t believe in yoga..kint a3ayib 3la elyoga o klish mo shakhseti aslan.. le lma sarli 7adith eb reeli o el doctor nisa7ni aro7 min yomha wana ma wagaft”
“ oh, what kind of 7adith?”
“ my boat kind of butchered my foot..”
“ okh! Matshof sharr..” oh that baby foot of his! They must’ve given him the evil eye , I thought giggling suddenly.
“ eshar mayeech.. betyeen class bachir?”
“ ee akeed”
“ Great, I’ll see you then enshallah”
That evening I came home feeling light and cheerful for the first time in weeks..
I showered and changed to meet the girls for dinner. I wore a blue silk dress that resembled Elvira Hancock’s iconic gown in scarface , if only he could see me now.. he would’ve loved it..
I stepped into the restaurant in my all my glorious blue silk and blonde waves and I saw him… with a woman…
Wow, I think I defied the odds of bumping into your ex looking like crap…
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