Saturday, 20 February 2016.
日 62
Only one day to go, and Anna’s going to meet the intriguing Englishman Christian – can’t believe it! I just hope he’s as nice live as online… 🤞🤞
One more pre-booked date to attend, however. The last one before witty Chris.
So…
After twenty-two hours awake the previous day, our main character wakes up tired, but feeling very excited with life indeed. Almost as if it were spring!
Anna has a cup of coffee, takes a nice long shower, puts on a cute outfit with light make up, and goes to Faro by the Ruoholahti Canal for her coffee with her first Chinese date ever.
Chun Ah Ah is already there waiting for her when she arrives the usual five minutes late. He stands up, mighty elegant at 42, like Mulan’s warrior teacher in the Disney movie.
Wow! This guy is something else.
Chun Ah Ah has a presence about him. Tall, about 180? Strong jet-black hair that has recently been cut. Clean-shaven and very well-dressed: a smart shirt, smart pants, smart shoes, an impressive watch – ticking, ticking – and an overcoat. Handsome, he’s the spitting image of what Asian discipline must look like.
As strong as a reproductive bull. As impressive as a dragon!
Sigh…
They were only supposed to have a coffee, but after three hours of chatting non-stop, Chun Ah Ah looks at his watch.
“Anna, time has flown! It’s so easy to talk to you.” — he smiles charmingly.
“Oh, thank you. Likewise.” — she corresponds.
“I see that it is already 14:30, so I won’t be cooking anymore. Would you have lunch with me? Across the square? My treat!”
“Oh, that would be nice! Yes.” — she answers happily, suddenly craving for pizza.
They walk over to Dacca Pizzeria, and it looks as though Chun’s suddenly feeling more relaxed. He pulls a chair for her to sit down, and sits across from her by the window facing the canal. They order and he leans comfortably forward with his forearms against the table.
He folds his shirt up to the elbows and opens the upper button by his collar.
He smiles, flirting intensely now.
They discuss his previous relationship with a Finnish woman. No. They never got round to having kids and…
Anna tells him about her marriage and her wonderful teenagers. How great being a mom has always felt.
Their pizzas arrive. His has chili peppers, arugula and extra meat. Hers is a closed calzone with ham, shrimp, oregano and extra mozzarela. Yummy – so moist! And she likes this guy. Mmm.
Suddenly, he drops his fork, looking really serious. His eyes almost look big. He holds up two fingers in the air and looks like someone who means business.
Intense, mysterious.
“Anna. My mother is already 82 years old and of weak health. She doesn’t have any grandchildren and she’s concerned about me being alone.”
“Oh?”
“Some women are young and still end up having no kids. Other women are forty-five and can still have babies…
“…How do I know if the woman I choose to marry will be able to give me any little ones? I’m a succesful engineer and I want to build a family.”
“Well…” — Anna automatically looks down at her right arm that extends as if holding a newborn.
His voice becomes more urgent.
“Anna, in the next three years I need to (1) get married, and (2) have at least two babies,” he says holding up those two fingers again. ✌️
“Chun, ah…” — her left arm raises in the previous manner. Her gaze switches to her left arm, as if in slow-motion.
“I need to take a wife and ✌️babies back to my mother in China before she dies.
“And I can’t wait much longer. It’s quite hard to get good matches and nice dates, you know…”
“Ah…” — she looks down at her bosom and imagines having two Chinese babies of her own sucking voraciously at her nipples in 2018.
“So, what do you say?” — and the vision of a short, very cute, chubby Chinese old lady smiling with satisfaction at her from across the table seems to materialize. Everything is happening so fast!
Later, Anna hears that the name Chun means ‘born in the spring’ and Ah means ‘little one’.
That explains it!
Chun Ah Ah!
Haha.
Waa, waa. May his destiny turn out to include the two waa, waas!
© 2017 rf
Obs. Day 62 with imagined Chinese babies in my loving arms and a very happy mother-in-law in tow.
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