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A few days ago, after an exam, Corso and I went to do some shopping. I needed b&w and colour inkjet print cartridges and we thought the best would be buying them in our favourite –yes, my favourite is his favourite too- bookstore, which has a department for computer stuffs. I took some extra money, because I knew I couldn’t resist the temptation if a book flirted with me or if Northern Exposure last season was on the shelves.
Once the ink boxes were in our shopping bag, we made our way towards the first floor, where it’s the books area. But when we passed the DS games stand, I went crazy and put the Pokemon Platinum Edition in the shopping bag.
I had made my choice. No books, this time. No Northern Exposures. Just Pokemon. And then… Corso rolled eyes.
-insert here some typical suspense music-
See, after all this time, we had not talked yet about ‘certain’ interests I have. Sad, I know; Corso knows I am not precisely a struggling reader, so I shouldn’t have any problem about it. Maybe this was the moment, so I stopped dead in my tracks, grabbed his arm and said seriously, looking at his eyes:
’We have to talk about what really matters. Now. What do you think about Harry Potter? And about sparkling vampires? What do you think about Arwen and Aragorn? And…’
I made a pause, slapping the Pokemon Platinum box on his chest,
’…what do you think about Pokemon?’
Without losing that wonderful smile, he looked at me over his (new) glasses and told me, no trace of irony in his voice, but with passion and knowledge of what he was talking about, he told me that he loves Harry Potter; that Arwen and Aragorn’s love was true love; that vampires shouldn’t sparkle, and…
’…and I’m a Charmander guy, so… I’m sorry if you are a Bulbasaur girl…’
I AM a Bulbasaur Spambot, but… that was not a problem when I hugged him in front of the cashiers’ desk.
Yours,
~ Evil Spambot ~
A few days ago, after an exam, Corso and I went to do some shopping. I needed b&w and colour inkjet print cartridges and we thought the best would be buying them in our favourite –yes, my favourite is his favourite too- bookstore, which has a department for computer stuffs. I took some extra money, because I knew I couldn’t resist the temptation if a book flirted with me or if Northern Exposure last season was on the shelves.
Once the ink boxes were in our shopping bag, we made our way towards the first floor, where it’s the books area. But when we passed the DS games stand, I went crazy and put the Pokemon Platinum Edition in the shopping bag.
I had made my choice. No books, this time. No Northern Exposures. Just Pokemon. And then… Corso rolled eyes.
-insert here some typical suspense music-
See, after all this time, we had not talked yet about ‘certain’ interests I have. Sad, I know; Corso knows I am not precisely a struggling reader, so I shouldn’t have any problem about it. Maybe this was the moment, so I stopped dead in my tracks, grabbed his arm and said seriously, looking at his eyes:
’We have to talk about what really matters. Now. What do you think about Harry Potter? And about sparkling vampires? What do you think about Arwen and Aragorn? And…’
I made a pause, slapping the Pokemon Platinum box on his chest,
’…what do you think about Pokemon?’
Without losing that wonderful smile, he looked at me over his (new) glasses and told me, no trace of irony in his voice, but with passion and knowledge of what he was talking about, he told me that he loves Harry Potter; that Arwen and Aragorn’s love was true love; that vampires shouldn’t sparkle, and…
’…and I’m a Charmander guy, so… I’m sorry if you are a Bulbasaur girl…’
I AM a Bulbasaur Spambot, but… that was not a problem when I hugged him in front of the cashiers’ desk.
Yours,
~ Evil Spambot ~
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2 comments:
Well, sparkling vampires aren't ALL bad :D
Did it sound SO negative? XD
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