do you have any idea what it is like to live on lukewarm ramen noodles? not even Top Ramen noodles but some kind you get in the chinese version of Costco where i have found myself stranded, at the chinese costco and my car still won't start and i've tried every single one of the tricks that usually worked. a tear escaped.
oh, shit. i knew a full-on floodgate was about to crack open if i didn't do something fast so i did that hail mary, just like i learned in school, full of grace, oh, do i need grace now. the lord is with thee. a lord must take care of things, that's good. blessed art thou amongst women. i don't feel it right now and i need help. and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. whoa. no. not me. blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the car that is going to take me home safely.
i turned the ignition one more time as i gave the clutch an extra nudge into the floorboard, the clicking started immediately. and then there he was.
he had jumper cables and was standing, smiling at me through my window. i didn't notice the big BIG white truck parked facing mine in the parking lot, its hood was up, and there my knight with his shiny copper jumper cables stood.
we were smoking the second joint after he followed me back to the hostel where I lived. his name was chad for the lack of knowing his real name in this recollection, i may remember it later and i'll be sure to correct it if i remember i want to do that, correct that small detail. he was friendly and open and we could easily talk with one another about our own interests which were mostly a mystery to the other because we had had such different lives. yet the way we naturally saw things was so comfortably normal except when it wasn't, and then it was just a matter of listening and questioning a lot, allot a lot of time for questions should you ever meet a "Chad," some of the most inquisitive people I've known.
of course, now queue the music video scene here of love's first kiss and into marital bliss. oh, WAIT! i scream in my head, you've only just met him and do not even know if he likes you at all and he's just being nice or wanted to just get high. i know now that not all that glitters is not gold, even knights with shiny copper jumper cables and big BIG white trucks. and perhaps that's a compensation for a small, and maybe he's gay and i'm just a really good friend to be touchy feelie with and, that's what i'll do. so i kiss him and make the move first because if he's not The One, i want to know now so we can move on. receptive but tentative it was obvious he liked fun, but a serious side emerged and then we were done.
he left and went home, yes, phone numbers were exchanged.
the next morning i woke up thinking of him. of how his lips felt and the strange way he pulled back. maybe he's married or what if he's gay? i put him out of my mind, i had so much to do. my friend marco was surfing but when he returned, he said he'd look at my car, i hope he can keep her going until i leave next month. i graded papers all day long and, occasionally my thoughts would drift to Chad and i wondered if he would call me? after making the bold move i made last night and his reaction to it, he would definitely need to be the one to call me.
it was nearly sunset before i went to take my walk. i walked an extra hour as my thoughts would weave in and out back and forth on the night before, the specific words exchanged and by the time i returned to the hostel convinced that he's probably someone else's knight in shining armour and then as i walked into my room at the hostel, there was the microwve sitting on the floor, a note was inside it:
"No one as sweet as you should ever have to eat luke warm ramen again." it was signed with a heart "<3 Chad." (or whatever his name was because i still do not remember.)
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