Shopping for the prom night with mom in Kochani.
Mary was in the bus which we traveled with to Krupishte. We waited there like for an hour (mum refused a car with 3 men), and the taxi driver that rode us to Kochani who brought food to his wife left me an impression as a good Christian man.
Ever since we entered in the first clothes shop I knew would buy clothes from them considering the personality of the shop assistant – she smiled and she used to speed up the words in the middle of the sentence. After trying few samples, she and mom chose a gentle shirt with jacket and black pants. Normally, we didn’t stay on the first choice. Among the shop assistants, one who was reminding me on Bruce’s Lilly noticing my non-interest said:
-Guy why did you came here if you don’t know what you want? You aren’t interested in this thing.
-Exactly. – I said.
-If you haven’t imagined what you want, I can’t tell you. I haven’t dreamt what you wanna buy. You should know and look for it.
I love people who are like this. She was right. I don’t want to be the only one who criticizes. I love openness and directness and it’s better that way unlike some doubly-faced faces.
In another boutique the meek male shop assistant said to my mom that he was the same case when he was my age – “Maybe even slimmer” – I bet he was, until he went in the military: “There isn’t begging, if you don’t want – you won’t eat”. (And I was hesitating if he was gay on the first sight.) He recommended us to go in a boutique in the mall opposite “Sara fashion”. There – two girls who were very dedicated and persistent in their job, full of compliments: honey, sweetheart… I dared to say “I’m not” to the blonde one’s “comment”: “How handsome you are”, to which she said: “Aren’t you handsome enough?”
In the end we picked our first combined outfit. Price: 4400 + shoe-trainers – 1500. We missed the bus for five minutes, so we went to Krupishte by taxi.
Home – guest: aunt Tricia.
On Facebook Brian finally decided to officialize his relationship with Tailor Preston – Poocky. “Like” was smiling to me, I was glad for him. Should I?
Maybe he wasn’t my friend live, but he was my friend on Facebook. Now… if I click it, what would I say if he asks me why I did it. I had enough time till Monday to think an answer, but it was better to go spontaneous – God will help me. I held my arrow on “Like” and I clicked it. Another reason for my happiness. (1: He is in a happy and promising mood according to the seemingly flawless face-blooming girl, 2: I pressed “Like” – became closer to him).
You support me, don’t you?
