That big curly hair. That smile. Those eyes.
I was a little infatuated, in the bar. The bar was full of men, drunk men. And you could smell the alcohol. 3 guys walked in and sat down at the bar. Where I worked. They wanted beer, but two of them was so poor that I bought one of them a beer. He said he owed me, one day. Peter was his name. I met him later and I got my beer back. Håkon had long hair, as long as me and sat in the middle. We talked about music and the time flew by. Victor, the guy with the big curly hair, the cute smile and those eyes. Ye, that was the guy I liked. He was such a good artist, drawing stuff, but not a good tipper. He’s still a bad tipper today.
I forgot their names and I tried all in my power to find Victor. I managed to find him in the end and sent him a message. Flirting wasn’t quite my style, so it took a couple of weeks before we met. I asked him to come to the bar I worked and play cards. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t say anything, I was so shy. Tried to play it cool, didn’t want to be a naggy bitch. After a few months we met again, we went to the park. At Grünerløkka. He had his bike and I got my dog. We were laying on a blanket and I’d brought beer, cause he had a birthday recently. I was shy as fuck. I really wanted to lay beside of him, but I couldn’t. I was afraid he would say no. I didn’t have any feelings for him either and he didn’t have any for me. So weird.
But we met again. Went to the cinema, we watched Mad Max. I really wanted to hold his hand, but I didn’t dare. We still didn’t have any feelings for each other and all just felt so hopeless. I got stressed. Was it a date? Or was it just two friends at the cinema? Stress.
A few months went by and we didn’t talk to each other, but we met again. We went out. Had too many beers and talked shit. I tried to scare him off with everything I came up with, but he wasn’t scared at all. And after that we just met several times. I don’t really remember which day or date we got official together, it wasn’t that important, but it took me a while before I could say he was my boyfriend. So I called him my new friend.
Last Sunday, he met my parents and my brother’s family. My heart went crazy. I was sweat from the inside and out. But the whole thing went just fine. He liked them and they liked him. We are going to Amsterdam soon, on a bf/gf trip. Plane tickets is booked. Hotel is booked. It can be fun and it can be a disaster. I have never been on a vacation with a boy before, except from my brother, but that doesn’t count at all.
Crossing my fingers it’ll turn out just fine!