The Worst Person In the World
The worst person in the world
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That’s what her messages said. Last time we chatted was April — and today is June 25th. She and I met while I was staying in Hong Kong for work. Then she left to Italy for a holiday, and I left for home shortly after. And we never interacted since.
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I met a guy who was in a non-monogamous marriage. He was very clear about it from the beginning; he wanted to make sure that we were on the same page, because there were a few cases where people did not fully understand what they’re getting themselves into. I told him that I was well aware of it, and fine with it. I have a close friend who’s been practicing polyamory for a long time, so I was somewhat familiar with it. Moreover, I wanted to see how I feel about non-monogamy.
We started hanging out — met up for drinks and had really fun conversations. We were in the same industry, and because he was in a sector that I touched on before, we had overlapping interests. He told me I was the first person who understood and talked about his domain. I liked that remark. I liked that we were intellectually getting along, and there were a lot of things to learn from each other. We taught each other about what we know. We would also chat about other stuff — like quantum physics. I still remember the excitement that I felt when I was telling him about infinity (from scientific perspective), which I learned from watching a documentary (Trip to Infinity, you should check it out if you haven’t already).
I could be myself around him. I could tell sarcastic jokes without worrying about reception, and communicate honestly about my thoughts and feelings. He had mature behaviours, but still had childish side. And I found that kinda cute. We didn’t text a lot, which wasn’t really my style, but we interacted regularly in person. I’m not sure if it was intentional or not, but we tried to make each meet-up quality time.
He was leaving for his postgraduate studies (I was jealous of him for that, actually) in a couple of months. I had planned a trip which was before his departure. When I came back, he was gone. And we haven’t chatted since.
Our goodbyes were clean and simple. It was raining that day — not too much, but too little, just enough. We went to an arcade, had a crappy lunch, went back to his place for a farewell sex. When it was time, he walked me to the metro station as usual. At the crosswalk, we simply said “Bye, good luck with everything!” and walked away from each other. I didn’t turn around. He probably didn’t either.
I watched <The Worst Person In the World (2021)> last night. When Julie said “I don’t have anyone I can talk to the way we used to talk.” to Aksel, I immediately thought of him. Even though I don’t have tear-jerking, heartbreaking feeling towards him, I miss him. Or — I miss our interactions. I miss having someone whom I can share knowledge and be understood as I am. Because it’s so rare to come across someone THAT compatible.
