“Don’t worry about it.”
You’re 26 years old and….you’ve never been in a relationship. Ever. In your entire life. Never been kissed, never had your hand held, nothing. Absolutely nothing. You tiredly recall your friend’s words when you two were on the phone last night.
“Everybody’s different! You’ll find somebody. I know how you feel but I’m telling you man, just don’t worry about it.”
You want to believe her. You really do. You’d love to believe that everybody just…finds the one. The one who makes everything worth while. That everybody has a soulmate. You really do want to believer her but, then again, what does she know? Ms.Perfect, always with a girl by her side. This year her girlfriend of 8 years took her to the Taj Mahal for Valentines day. What did you do? Spent it alone watching old children’s cartoons you’ve seen a million times over. How could she possibly know how you feel? Nobody knows how you feel. This was the thought you had when you went to bed last night and this was the first thought you had when you woke up this morning.
With a frown tugging at your lips you glance at the mirror. You think you’re a pretty okay looking person so why doesn’t anybody like you? I mean, you’re no model, let’s be fair, but your hair is nice and you have a cute smile. Not to mention the thick slime that covers your entire body is absolutely mouth watering. You cock your head to the side. Maybe you should try being more like your friend. She’s outgoing and bright and very social and you’re…not. But maybe that’s it. Maybe you should put yourself out there more. Yeah that’s it. You can’t give up now! Just look at that slime anybody would be lucky to have you!!
As a sudden wave of confidence hits you, you grin. You decide to wear your black skinny jeans, white vans, and black form-hugging shirt that says 'J-HOPE 94′ in giant pink glittery letters. You think….you just might skip your usual hoodie today.
You head out to your favorite coffee shop. The air around you feels…different. Once you get there and go inside you notice a person you’ve never seen before. Standing at around 5′11, an admittedly charming older man stood in front of you in line. He was wearing a military outfit. You two were the only ones in the entire store, including people at the cash register. There was literally nobody else there. He turns to you and smiles.
“I thought I was the only one here however I guess…you never walk alone.” He said, glancing at your shirt. Your eyebrow rose to the top of your head. Was that…a bts reference? Could it be? No way…
He took your silence as an invitation to keep talking.
“I’m Mattis. Formally General Jim Jimmy Dogg Jimbo Jimbaliyah Jimmy Jim Jimmy fo filly Jimiron Jimitron Jimtronion Jimolo Mattis. But informally?” He paused, taking a moment to point his cryptic bony borderline decaying finger to where his heart should be but is not verified to be. “I’m an army.”
He smiled again. “It’s always nice seeing another true fan out in the public. “ You blush.
“Bias?” You ask.
“Rap monster, king of rap. Inventor of rap music. Best rapper in all of history including western. And I would know since I was there when rap was created….I am a tender age of 66.” He winks and dust comes out everywhere. You feel your heart tingle.
“Do you wanna grab a cup of coffee somewhere else?” Your boldness surprises you both. You weren’t expecting to ask him that. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to either. But what the heckgosh? You’re 26 damn it! It’s time to start living!
“Well I am a married man but….my wife she only understand the military life…she doesn’t understand the army life…..i need u.” He admitted.
“Bangtan sonyeondan?” You ask, linking arms with your prince charming that you just met five minutes ago.