Boy meets Girl - Episode 2 - The Introduction

After what seemed like an eternity, the facilitator of today's session took a break. The facilitator asked the various groups to take this opportunity to do a round of proper self introduction. Sam was very happy at that prospect because he hasn't heard the girl speak since she came late. It was a good chance for him to know a little bit more about her.

The self introductions were generally short. Everyone centred around the topic of what courses they took in university and some of the other careers they had been in before they joined this company. Sam tried to pay attention to the self introductions of the others in the group. He felt that they were at times cliche-d and usually boring. In truth, his own introduction was not much better either. But he didn't quite care, all he was waiting for was for her to speak. Finally, it came to her turn. Her voice was sweet and soothing to the ears; he was smitten. Her name was Melanie and she had just graduated from university. "She must be at least one year younger than me," Sam reasoned to himself after some mental calculations.

"Besides this job, I never really thought of doing anything else," Melanie spoke after some thought. Sam's interest was truly aroused by this statement. "Wow, she must be a very nice girl to have said that." This job isn't the most financially rewarding and requires lots of patience and love - something which Sam was quite ashamed of as he is not the nicest of persons around. She certainly did not need to lie or say that sentence. That statement certainly made a strong impact on Sam, much stronger than he realised it would...

Soon after the self introductions, it was time for tea break. The discussions moved out of the room to the refreshment area. Sam did his usual thing: listening to others speak. He was never the best conversationalist around, and over time had mastered the art of listening to others. But even when listening to others, his attention never shifted away from Melanie. When Melanie moved away from the group to get another cup of coffee, Sam decided to move over to get a cup of tea too. Finally! Some one-on-one chance to speak to her! He helped her to fill her cup and with all his courage, brought up some random topic. To his surprise, her reply was earnest and the conversation continued smoothly. He told her (with some pride) that he went overseas for his degree while she lamented that she missed the chance to go overseas for exchange as she felt that it was way too expensive. He felt that it was a waste as the overseas experience would be really incredible and he began to relate some of his experiences overseas. He felt really excited and nervous when he looked into her eyes as she listened. "Am I appearing to be too obnoxious?" he wondered.

The rest of the day and the day after followed a similar pattern. During the lesson in the classroom, Sam would occupy himself by observing Melanie. Her gentle smile at every joke that the facilitator made attracted him the most. At times, she would look over and Sam would smile back at her, to indicate that the joke was funny to him too. She would also smile back. Ahhhh, it was almost enough to lift him into cloud nine. Whenever there were tea breaks, Sam found small little chances to talk to her, but it was never for long stretches as he was not confident of talking. But each little snippet of information he gained was good enough for him.

Very quickly, the 2 day workshop was fast coming to an end. They would soon be deployed to different branches of the company for practical experience. Sam's mind was racing, should he ask for her number? Would it appear too abrupt?

"God or whoever up there might never give you a second chance you know?"

"But, I don't really know her that well, is it all right to ask for her hp number?"

Sam struggled within himself to come to an answer. In the meantime, the clock ticked towards 530pm. Sam twiddled his pen and notebook and contemplated whether to pass them to Melanie. As he glanced towards her, he noticed that she was feeling a bit cold, and offered to switch places with her. She politely refused. The notebook and pen remained on his table.

"Sigh, I'm such a loser..." Sam's thoughts were cut off by another member of the group. He had offered to compile a contact list for the group! "Yippee!" Sam thought as he did a mental cartwheel. As the note was passed to him, he tried to memorise Melanie's email but could not. He wanted to copy it down but was afraid that the people around him might realise it. Feeling helpless, he had to pass the note on.

"Maybe I will offer to give her a lift to the nearest train station, and then ask for her number," Sam's mind kicked into overdrive. There was just the little question of plucking up the courage to ask though. And also having as little people follow them as possible. But after the session, Melanie seemed to want to ask the facilitator some questions, and the queue was pretty long. At the same time, Sam needed to use the toilet urgently - and most definitely unfortunately. He decided to dash to the toilet quickly and come back to look for her. As you would've guessed it, he came back to a nearly empty room, empty to him anyway as Melanie was nowhere to be seen.

"Aarghhhhhhh!" Sam grumbled as he walked out quickly to try and catch a glimpse of the yellow Mango top that Melanie had worn that day. Sadly, she was long gone. Sam made his way down the hill and steps to his car dejectedly. Now he had to wait for the group contact list. "I hope that guy compiles the list quickly," Sam muttered to himself as he drove out of the company.

For the next 2 days, Sam checked his email regularly for the contact list. It did not arrive. "Damn damn damn, I should have gotten her number myself, how silly of me!" Sam felt like whacking his brain for his stupidity. Silly thoughts filled his mind as he tried to recall Melanie's email, and whether he had written his own email correctly. "I might never see her again!" Sam wailed in his heart.

Feeling helpless, he prayed to the One up there. "Please God, if you would give me a second chance, I promise to never let it slip again, NEVER! Just let me have another chance."

His email inbox remained empty.