I wasn't Cinderella and He wasn't the Prince Either.

Actually, I have this situation that I really wanted to write post here. Somehow it was always hard to find the match between my mood and the right moment that I'll be sitting in front of PC or laptop and let these thoughts translated into paragraphs. So now's the right time, here we go then!

Have you ever imagined--or maybe experienced--a movie scene that would happen to you in reality? A movie scene that takes place in a party or a gala dinner, for example. There, the main actress meets the main actor, they say hi eventually, chat a little bit of cheesy chit chat, then look at each other from a distance even in the same place. When the party is over, they figure out that they don't know each other's names yet, so they will eventually introduce themselves in a unique way. Have you? Cause I have.

I met this man one day in an international event held in Jakarta couple months ago. He lived in Jakarta but he studied somewhere out Jakarta. He was the guest committee of the event. The first place we met actually was in an outdoor occasion from the same event. He wasn't a cute guy or something. But he was funny; he made lots of jokes. We didn't introduce ourselves pretty well that day. He perhaps would forgotten my name since he met lots of new people--especially girls that are way cuter than me--so it was really okay for me if he might forget or something.

After the outdoor occasion, we had this gala dinner at a restaurant. There, we met again. I was there with two of my guy friends too as I saw him on the escalator, went down, while I and my friends were about to go upstairs. I didn't know for sure but I think he was stunned seeing me. LOL. Yea, sure we said hi. He was a friendly guy, you gotta know that.

During the Gala Dinner, we weren't actually talking to each other that much. We sure smiled but it was just a simple small which was hard to notice. At some awkward moments I found myself looking for his presence, and would look away whenever I found him glancing at me. I would be embarrassed, and perhaps would strengthen the pink sheer colour on my cheek, as I did the stuff. The stuff of looking for his presence and the look-away-quickly as he glanced at me.

After two hours, the Gala Dinner finally wrapped up. I was thinking that I could be the Cinderella and leaving my heel shoe away and he might be the Prince Charming realising my shoe was left and he eventually would bring that to me again some days later. But I wasn't Cinderella and he wasn't the Prince either. And if I did leave my shoe away, what would I wear, then? Moreover, people would look at me as if I was a clown or something weird and pathetic. And he wouldn't take my shoe and find the girl who fit in it. AND if he did, though, mine was 39 and many girls would fit 39. Logically, leaving my shoe, like Cinderella did, is not an intellectual act.

But I did leave something. And it was my name.

"Going home now?" He said as I walked to the front door.
"Yea, the show's over and it's already night. Everybody needs a rest," I said, and smiled.
"You don't want a picture with me?"
"Hahaha, what for? It wouldn't favoured me that much. Perhaps it's YOU want a picture with me?"
"Hahaha naah, it's YOU." He said.

We had a little bit of awkward seconds until somebody I knew was walking to me and I said hi to him, and had a small talks with him. He, this funny and friendly man (let's name him with the letter P), still beside me waiting for me and my acquaintance finished talking.

"Hey umm... are you on Facebook?" P asked.
"Everybody's on Facebook, I suppose." and giggled.
"So umm... please? Your name?"
"You forgot???" I asked, falsely. I mean, I already knew he'd forget.
"No, no, no I don't. I just need your full name so I can find you on Facebook, hehe." I have no idea if this was true but, I didn't care. I can already guessed.
"So what's my name?" I kinda forced him.

And a friend came to me again. Oh man, THAT was obviously a situation I wish nobody would be an intruder or something! Can't they see the privacy atmosphere there?! Geez. Anyway. While I talked to my friend, P took my Certificate of Participation that was held on my hand. He grab his phone (unfortunately it wasn't a blackberry. If it had been a BB, he'd have asked me my pin, not my Facebook name. Mehehe) and typed my full name as printed on the certificate.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I finished talking to my intruder-friend.
"Typing down your name so I can find you on Facebook and add you," he said, handed me my certificate back, and smiled happily, "as a friend."
I smiled back.
"Diofany Hervilita," he mentioned my name. "nice name."
I giggled. "Thank you. Add me on Facebook."
"Oh sure. Yea, of course."
"So umm... I'm going home now. My friends there waiting for me," I was intended to point at my two guys but it was only one who could be seen from our standing angle.
"You're with him?"
"Them, actually. They're my junior at campus. They're participating too, with me."
"Oh. OK." he smiled. "Take care, then!"
I nodded. "Bye."
He rose his hand and gave me an air high-five plus a big smile.

On the way home I kept on reminiscing what was just happened in that recent hours. Now it's months away and I haven't had any hearing from him. But that remarkable situation, well, it finally has its point: a story. A memory. A blog post (yea, of course, come up last eventually).

Don't hide it. We live in God's scenario and we live it in dramatical way. There are dramas that we made, conciously or unconciously. Those who said hate the living drama, really got to live.

I love this little drama we had :)

hey I just met you

and this is crazy

but here's my full name

so add me maybe