Mad Rantings :Frank

I cannot forget Frank.

Or..

That rainy Christmas Eve at Equinox.
He, of the dark bedroom eyes and macho swagger.

No offence, but ... Frank?
What kind of a name is that? Hah!

Anyway...

All night, I charmed and I flirted with his pal.
My dreamboat, Patric... ooh you know, the typical blonde cutie I used to go for..

But all night, it was Frank who charmed and flirted with me.
The nerve.. that Frank..

And then, Frank had to dance.
He just had to salsa with me.

And I went, 'Wahey! Who's Patric?'
*narrows eyes, scratches head*

I was hooked.
Line and sinker too.

For what seems like eternity which actually translates to months ... Ai-ya-ya-ya-yai..
*shakes head furiously*

My best friend, Smeeni can testify this.
The poor love has got to listen to my wails and blah-blah about who else but.... dark and mysterious Frank.

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Fast forward.

It's 2 years later.
Frank is still a stranger to me.
I have not seen him since that night.

*Oh! Except for an accidental encounter in a pub last year. Frank, drunk as ever.. Hilarious!
But let's not go there, shall we!?*

I can truly say I am over Frank.. what's his surname..??
Well. One can dispute that I was never under him.
So how can I be over him? *wink wink*

But this morning I woke up from a startling dream of a certain dreamboat... And I thought of Frank. You see.. Frank has somehow managed to change part of my belief systems.

Of what, you ask? Now that would be telling ;)

He is not the only stranger to do so and I find it just weird.

But don't you just find that sometimes, the most fleeting of encounters can leave the most lasting and meaningful impressions. It changes your perspective, ideas and lives intensely. But the end product is this...

You are enriched by the stranger.
The funny thing.. they have no clue about it. How do you even thank Frank.. ermm.. I mean, them?

I guess that's part of life.
So I suppose I have to accept life as it is..

I will not see Frank again. Nor do I desire to do so.
But he shall always be unforgettable to me.

Because in one night, Frank had opened up my eyes to the alternatives.. to the varied possibilities. He had primed me up for one of the most important thing in my life at the moment...
Hell no.. It's not salsa... hhehehhe...
And yes, how vague can I be?? ;)

Anyway.
If you know of a certain Frank.
Who knows a certain Irish Patric.
And if your Frank lives in Highgate, London.
Who might be a Physical Ed teacher.
And who's all dark haired, dark eyes
blessed with a permanent dreamy disposition...

Thank him for me, why don't you..

That's all I could do to describe Frank to you cos alas, he's just a stranger to me.

SHERI