[STORY UP LATER]
december | 18 | saturday
Today's the karaoke party. I want to go. I really do....but, it would be so lame for me to go a party. I don't even know anyone yet. Yeah, a party would be great to get to know someone....but...oh, I'm always doing this. Talking myself out of great opportunities. It really would be lame. I don't have any dessert to bring, a friend to take or a beau to take with me....sigh.
So, instead, I just went around San Fransisco to see the area again...will I do this forever? Don't I need to up my social status?
After a few days, I mustered up all my strength and went out on the hectic streets of San Francisco. I’d been to all the touristy places like the Golden Gate Bridge, obviously. It’s nothing much to me except that it’s very windy and cold there. I went to Fisherman’s Wharf when mother was here and to Alcatraz Island. We even went to Chinatown even though I abominate Chinese food but my mother insisted so I thought, “Oh well.” We also went on a ferry and went to Sausalito. It was all genuine fun but I hadn’t truly seen the daily heart of Frisco. By “daily heart” I mean the things that regular San Franciscans do on a daily basis. A morning stroll? A coffee stop?
Honestly, I didn’t want to explore San Francisco all alone, since I had heard some nasty rumors about the hobos on the street. The real reason why I wanted to take a walk in the neighborhood was to hopefully attract some friends or find something to do around here. So far, for the past three weeks I’d been staring at my white collage board.
As I was drinking my warm Pumpkin Spice latte, I walked on the street as if I had a purpose of walking on the street. I decided to go to Golden Gate Park. On my way there, the sidewalk traffic consisting of human beings was very jammed and it just so happened that some tall, strange fellow bumped into me and let’s just say my latte was no longer in my hand.
It was on the ground.
I know I am an environment-freak and I love taking care of the planet and I would’ve gone back and picked up the cup of coffee but if I did I would be dead. Literally. There was no way possible for me to go back unwounded or alive. There was practically a mob everywhere I went. The tall and strange fellow told me why there were mobs, but in the confusion, I completely forgot.
He dragged me off the side of the street and we were safe from human traffic.
“I think I’ve seen you someplace before.” He picked up the books that fell from the ground.
I crinkled my eyes and I finally got what he was doing. “Well, that’s the reason why I don’t go that place anymore.”
“You’re funny,” He said, putting his books in his bag.
“Why aren’t you laughing then?” I asked very quickly.
“I would be, I would be, but I feel really bad for your drink. It’s all gone, and it’s all my fault.”
“Well, I could have another one.”
“I’ll take you to a café. I promise to get you another drink.” He said as he pointed to a café across the street.
I looked at the café and smiled. “Just for your information, I was going somewhere, so make this quick.”
He laughed and then suddenly were inside a little café. After buying me a latte, we sat down at a window table and talked. I really wanted to bolt out of there and not speak to him again but he bought me coffee so I guess I had to stay a while.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“America?” He asked, quizzically.
I giggled. “It’s not America. It’s Marika, but you can call me Arika.”
“Arika, I like it.”
I blushed and said, “As long as you don’t call me Otto.”
“Otto? Why would I call you my dog’s name?”
“Oh, never mind. It’s just part of my last name. Ottoman.”
He took a sip of his black coffee and chuckled. “You shouldn’t give out too much information on a first date, you know.”
I blushed again. “Date? Are you serious? I just met you a few minutes ago! I didn’t come to California to get married, I came to find my--”
“Married? Should we arrange a fixed day?”
“Oh my gosh, you pig! Are you mentally alright?” I stood up from my seat and scooted out.
“I was just thinking we should plan how many kids we want before we get married, you know.” He said with a very serious look on his face.
“Look, this isn’t funny.” After a few minutes, he wouldn’t stop making sick nasty jokes, I just gave up and spilled my coffee on his head. Henry’s head. He told me his name was Henry while he was being drenched in coffee.
He stayed inside with a fake sad look on his face. I walked out, smiling but I was pulled back in by a waiter. The waiter gave me a free coffee saying they had accidentally made an extra one. The flavor? Pumpkin Spice. I was filled with warm and giddiness as I strolled down to Golden Gate Park. Three cups of coffee in the morning? Two for free? Maybe I will make some friends around here. But not boys who are pigs and are named Henry. As I walked to the park, I felt so bad for spilling the coffee on him. I usually don’t take the vengeful approach on things. Something has gotten into me, San Francisco has gotten into me.