This is a cute story about my friend Joyce, whom I think has the sweetest peach blossom luck ever.
Peach blossom luck? Can eat one ar? Not really though peach blossom luck along with the notion that everything under the sun is edible is a Chinese astrology/cultural concept. It simply means love luck, beneficial to the singles but not so to existing relationships, that is if you still want the relationship.
Peach blossom luck… some people have a lot, some have a little and some have none. Sucks to be them, really. What you do with the peach blossom luck is up to you: some act upon it while others let it pass by. In life, you do not have to seize every opportunity you get.
So this is a story about Joyce. She has some personal encounters that would make you wonder about her peach blossom luck. You know, you’d say things like, “wah how come all these things can happen one??” or “I thought this kind of stuff only happens in books/ movies.” Very interesting.
Joyce was at a cafe having some coffee. A guy was sitting at a nearby table next to the door stole glances at her. She felt his eyes and looked up, but perhaps he was shy and looked away. This “I secretly look at you, you secretly look at me” went on for quite a bit. Oh I’m sure you know how it goes.
After her coffee, Joyce asked for her bill and prepared to leave. As she opened the door to go out, the guy suddenly handed her a piece of paper napkin, “Miss, this is for you.”
She was a bit stunned, “Huh I don’t need tissue.”
“Just take it,” he insisted.
So she did. You know, maybe he was looking at something stuck in her teeth all this while and was too polite to say anything.
At home, she took out the paper napkin and saw that he had written his e-mail address on it.
Strip all the layers and thoughts of maybe he is a weirdo or a serial killer/ rapist/ murderer. Isn’t that the sweetest thing? I thought it was 🙂
Of course Joyce didn’t contact him. She’s lansi like that.