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- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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this is my version of 'Lisa and Eric fall in love,' i hope u like it...
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Personally, Lisa didn't like to go to a noisy pub, but that day Molly invited her to a pub.
'Oh, gosh... what am I doing here? I should've stayed at home, read the romantic novels...'
"you remember Eric, right?" asked Molly.
"Um, yeah... I guess so..." she turned her loose hair to her ear.
When she looked at Eric, he looked exactly like one of male characters in her novel. She fell in love at first sight.
After many years of living alone, Eric was all happy about himself, not until the day he met Lisa at the Pub.
“Hi, Eric, it is my friend Lisa.” Molly dragged Eric to the Pub.
“Hi.” The charming smile of Lisa attracted his attention.
“Hi, Eric, I guess I saw you before, nice to meet you.” What a handsome man, Lisa thought to herself – tall, thin, sharp eyes – that is the man Lisa liked.
Eric lean forward and offer his hand, while they shook hands with each other, she felt his hands were slightly shaking with excitement. Eric noticed Lisa’s face was shined with radiance.
The First Meeting
After reducing and reconfirming the price twice, Lisa felt she would never be able to face her Chinese supplier. “We can understand your position well and we’ll support you,” –this is how her supplier replied her when she asked them to reduce the quotation again. After hearing this, Lisa almost cried; she wanted to fly to China and give her supplier a big hug. But, two days passed, her Indian buyer still didn’t sign the contract and more than that, he disappeared.
“I swear to God I would catch this Indian bastard after this deal and make him really disappear from this earth,” Lisa was always brutal after being tortured by her Indian buyers. And her colleague and best friend Molly was used to listen to Lisa complaining about the same thing during lunch time.
“Hey, claim down. Don’t forget you are having a date this evening,” although Molly failed like a thousand times of matchmaking Lisa with somebody; but she didn’t seem like giving up at all.
“A date? What date?”
“With Eric, my classmate, this evening at Red Hooters. Come on, you have to come.”
“Oh, gee, I don’t feel like going at all. I’m so exhausted and I have to work late today. Would you please cancel it? Please!”
“No, no way. Com’on, look at you, there is something else in the world except your Indian business. Our company won’t bankrupt if you relax one day. You need a date; you need a good man to look after you.”
“But I’m fine with myself; I don’t need nobody to look after me. . .” seeing Molly’s threatening face, Lisa understood Molly was right; she worked too hard all those years after she devoiced. “Okay, I’ll try.”
“No try, just you will.”
“Okay, I’ll.” Lisa sighed and smiled.
The whole afternoon, Lisa was trying her Indian buyer’s telephones. She left thousand messages to their office and to his voice box and got no reply. Seven pm in the evening, Molly called her again and forced her to leave. Lisa thought a cartoon she recently saw from New Yorker magazine: Yama had a conference with a devil from hell and discussed if they should put something new into their torturing methods. Yama asked the devil, “Do you hear of PowerPoint?”
“Yama should ask—have you ever dealt with Indians?” Lisa teased herself while she was driving to Red Hooters—a famous pub in downtown. Before she went down from the car, she looked inside the mirror—it was a tired middle aged woman: her face looked grey; her hair was dry; her expensive suit clothes couldn’t cover her tiredness and loneliness. She watered herself with too much coffee everyday and too much depression from her job almost crushed all her energy. She bit her lips and patted her cheeks gently so they looked little feverish and then she headed to the pub.
“Lalalalulululu…” her cell phone was ringing before she stepped into the door. She looked at the number; it was her buyer, the one she almost wanted to call police to find out. She picked up the phone with one hand and holding her purse with another hand, so she pushed the door with her shoulder hardly. But suddenly the door opened; therefore Lisa lost her balance and fell forward and hit a man coming outside.
Lisa’s face flushed and felt so embarrassed while on the phone her nasty buyer was even asking for another discount from their confirmed deal. Lisa couldn’t help yelling at him and said “Okay, leave it and I promise you would never be able to get a single thread from our company anymore.”
“Okay, I’ll sign it, bye-bye.”
“What?” Lisa couldn’t believe herself but the Indian already hung up.
She looked at man which she just hit and wanted to apologize. The man was so tall wearing a light blue jeans and a pair of sandals. In Lisa’s entire life, the most she hated was men wearing sandals. Only the women have the privileges to show their bare feet, usually pretty sexy too.
“Excuse you, lady.” While Lisa was staring at his sandals, the man passed her and left arrogantly.
“What’s the heck am I doing here?” Lisa saved her apology at the man’s straight back and shoulder and regretted so much of coming here.
“Lisa, here!” it didn't take even a minute for Molly to catch her in such a crowded pub.
“Thanks god you made it. Com’on, sit here, Eric is about to sing.”
The lights turned dark and a tall man sit in the middle of the stage with a guitar. “This is Eric, isn’t he a good looking man? I can still remember how the girls were crazy about him when we were in high school. . . .”
God, it was him—the arrogant “excuse you” man. Lisa just wanted to escape from the pub for any possible way. She didn’t hear the song at all. She got a feeling that Eric was staring at her all the time and hoped her becoming transparent. She wished the song would never end up but unfortunately it did. Molly yelled bravo and waved like a real fan. A young girl even run on the stage and kissed him.
“What a big deal?!” Lisa grumbled and thought there was no way she could like this type of coltish, popular band member man. “How come a man in this age still playing around in such places without any dignity?”
“Hey, Eric, this is Lisa, my best friend. Lisa, this is Eric. . .” Molly introduced them enthusiastically.
“Hi, Miss Threatening.” Eric teased Lisa with his hand extend to her.
“Okay, this is enough. Mr. Bare Feet. Sorry Molly, I’d have to go. I still have some important work to finish at office. I’ll talk you tomorrow.” Lisa said to astonishing Molly and run out of the pub.
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"Take my life as well for I can not live without him," she exclaimed.
" If that is what you want, I will kill you both tomorrow, before sunset," he said.
" Please don't,please let her live," he begged.
"She doesn't know what she's talking about."
The guard left, thus leaving Lisa and Eric inside the prison cell.
"Please don't have have your life be taken away from you because of me. Thank you for your offer, but my dear if you really love me, we need the strength to stand against time and space, for love is not sacrifice and death it is acceptance and living."
" I will see you in after-life, my love."
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