"It wasn't Easy to Find a Date"


Once again, what's the point of coming to this party?
This is the college's farewell party.
Once in your lifetime.
Once for what?
For talking to other people while dancing.
Didn't I talk to other people along my study?
Let's get a review of what you did along this degree.

Attending the 9 am class, having a grilled cheese and tomato panini for brunch, eating alone at the cafeteria, drinking one pound and eighty pence cappuccino while reading a book for another class.
Or, on the days you chose to be at the Study Room, you would be opening your laptop, wearing headphones, just like everybody else, and no one talking to each other.
I talked with my classmates in the classroom, and also to my professors!
There you indeed had to discuss about the academic stuff.
Besides, did you all talk about your future plans, what you're currently doing, or where you've been travelling to?
No.
Did you dance together?
No.
Did you get a date?
What? No!
Then at least you go to the farewell party! Once in your lifetime.
I was nodding to the mirror, looking seriously agree with this plan.


So, what do I do here?
I walked through the gate alone in my long black dress, with a golden clutch bag slinging across my flat chest.
Talk to other people.
Who?
Anyone interesting.
Well, everyone seems interesting here.
They look fabulous.
Oh, wow, those guys are so fine.
Why have I never known them along my life in college?
Talk to them.
Stop pushing me! Wouldn't it become awkward to suddenly bump into someone and babble about our lives?
This is the entry level to find a date. Get used to it.


I was standing stiffly whilst sipping my white wine next to the photo booth.
There was a giant acronym of my college's name as its background.
Other people were taking pictures with their friends, or couple.
I was staring around, enjoying these beautiful figures around me.
Actually, I'd like to date one of these fine guys.
Would it be fun?
Would they love me just the way I am?

Sorry, can you help me? A guy in black velvet suit was just talking to me.
Yeah? Wow. His eyes were dazzling blue as the Atlantic Ocean in the shinning noon.
His lips' colour was naturally bright red, and it looked so tender.
His hair was slick, his smile was friendly, and his voice was pulling me into the dirtiest imagination.
Yeah, what can I help? I pulled myself together and answered him.
He needed my help to take pictures of him and his friends in front of the college's giant acronym statue.
Thank you so much, he said while taking back his camera.
No worries, I said.
Are you coming alone? He asked.
Sadly, yes, I said.
He was laughing. It's not sad. That's why you coming to a party, to make friends! Come join us!
Here are my friends, he introduced me to his squad. All from the Philosophy Studies.
Three girls, and two guys including him. Everyone was smiling at me.
It's nice meeting you, I said.

Have you been to the dance floor? He asked.
Err... No. Actually... I've just come.
Actually, I had come since two hours ago. Walking straight to the bar and bough myself a glass of white wine.
Then standing in awkward silence, looking at these beyond beautiful human beings around me.
I didn't know how they could look this mesmerizing, while along my life I look... boring.
Let's go to the dance floor!


You look confused, he said in the middle of the crowd.
The skinny laser lights were purple and pink, also yellow and red.
I couldn't really capture his face now, but he still looked amazing.
I mean, how could I forget those dazzling blue eyes were there? And now staring straight back at me.
I just... yeah... getting used to it.
Getting used to what? He was looking through my eyes and his smile was seductive.
I was laughing. Let's just keep dancing!

I didn't know if I looked awkward.
I'd never danced in the club before.
Even never been to any party before this one.
But this was fun. I danced to a really hot guy right here.
Could you teach me the philosophy of human attraction, please?
I'm kind of totally attracted to you now.

A drunk girl came out of nowhere and hit our circle.
She couldn't handle herself and fell to the floor in the middle of us.
Our group was dismissed, everybody was shocked.
I was too. I though there were some people who got involved in a fight.
I didn't want to get involved in any fights.
For now trying to blend in a social circle, I still wanted my life to be peaceful.

He thought there would be a fight too.
While his guy friend asking the falling drunk girl whether she was okay and helped her to stand up, he suddenly grabbed my hand and walked out of the crowd while pulling me with him.
I was getting more shocked, for he was trying to save me from the commotion.
Are you okay? He asked outside the dance floor.
Yeah, I'm all right. Are you okay?
I didn't know why it felt such a pleasure to feel care of someone and wanted to know whether he was okay.
He was nodding, when I suddenly realized that my sight was blurring and my head was dizzy.
I lost my lens! I shouted.
What? He asked whilst grasping my shoulder.
I looked at him. My right eyes were seeing unclearly.
I definitely had lost one of my contact lenses.
Don't worry, I'll always be with you, to hold you, he said.
I didn't know when the last time I smiled so widely.


He held my hand and led me back to the dance floor.
We came back into the crowd, and everybody had started dancing again in peace.
Where were you? His guy friend was blocking our way, and pushing him out.
Stay here, he said to me before leaving.
I was seeing their backs walking away from me in confusion.
Would his friend get jealous of him taking me away from the group?
Is he also silently falling in love with me?
Am I that charming?

I was curious. I wanted to witness them fighting over me.
Thus I was following their footprints.
This party was tight, students from my college were everywhere.
I couldn't be seen in between the crowd of people drinking and chatting outside the dance floor.
Then I stopped at the grand terrace, for I had spotted them.

They were standing under a giant tree with sparkling tiny lamps hanging from its branches.
His friend seemed so mad at him.
His friend folded his arms in front of his muscular chest, while he seemed talking to explain his excuses.
Then he kissed him.

I didn't need both of my contact lenses to watch this moment.
I was staring at them in surprise.
They didn't know because they were busy kissing.

I was walking out of the party, and stopping the first black cab running in front of me.
I was looking at my face on the window reflection.
Once again, what's the point of coming to this party?
Once in your lifetime.
For bumping into strangers and finding out that he actually likes another person instead of me?
Once again, I wasn't chosen.
As always.
I was laughing at myself.
I should've known better.
It wasn't that easy to find a date.