After my roommate Nomdora talked about the fascinating facts and theories about the Mona Lisa painting three days ago, it struck me that the only things I knew about the painting was that it is popular, worth millions, and yes I recognize it when I see it. I really didn’t know the extra details, myths and ideologies that made it so important and revered even after over 500 years. So today, three days after as I wait for my sister at the coffee shop beside the mall for our customary midweek date, I am reading about Mona Lisa on Wikipedia. I already ordered a book titled I, Mona Lisa by Jeanne Kalogridis because I recently started keeping books for my library; having a book like this would make me seem cool. I also know I might not get to read the book when I get it, which is why this Wikipedia read is quite important.
I suddenly realize how bright it is outside when I look up from my phone and then I check my watch. Ugh, Tee is always late. Why don’t I learn every time? Hmm, I think I need a new wristwatch; I am getting tired of this one and my collection is due for an addition. Tee would probably roll her eyes at me if I tell her this because she doesn’t understand my love for wristwatches. Wait… who’s that? He’s handsome… I can’t help myself from staring at the beautiful piece of art that just walked into the coffee shop. God indeed is an artist; this is perfection right before me, neatly cut hair, broad muscular shoulders, perfectly sculpted body in a white t-shirt and baggy shorts. Oh my! Those legs of his already making my imagination run wild and he has a nice watch too. This is Mona Lisa right here. Oh wait! Shoot he smiled at me he must have caught me staring. How long was I doing that for? Shit! Shit! Shit! He’s walking towards me! What do I do?
“Hi, do you mind if I share your table with you while I wait for my order?”
Oh my! His perfume drives me crazy.
“No I don’t mind”, I said. I look back down at my phone. Can he tell that I am so distracted?
Perfect! Te-Siento by Wisin and Yandel decide to play on my phone playlist. I love the song but it drives me crazy. This shouldn’t be playing now; it makes this whole moment so dreamy. I am sure I will lose the last of my composure.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry to disturb but I like your hair”, the stranger in front of me said.
Stranger? Scratch that, I’ll call him Mona Lisa… in my head of course.
“Oh thank you, I like your wristwatch.”
Really? That’s all you could say? That’s just lame.
“Thank you. Sorry to intrude but what is so important that you were so engrossed in on your phone?”, he asked “I couldn’t help but notice. I liked your hair and I wanted to see your face but you kept it down till I got to the front of the line and then you started staring at me… Although I am not sure if you were staring at me or you were so lost in your thoughts you did not notice me till I got here.”
“Oh!” I laughed. I suddenly feel relaxed and free. That’s weird, why do I suddenly feel so comfortable with him? Why do I feel like I know him? Who are you Mona Lisa?
“I was reading about Mona Lisa,” I said.
“Oh nice that’s interesting, you know Mona came from Madonna,” he said with a grin.
I AM TRIPPING!!! “I didn’t know that,” I replied.
He turned back to check on his order, “Err I guess my order is ready. It was nice talking to you… Madonna with the lovely hair“ he said and winked.
Already? He’s leaving? Noooooo!!! Did he just call me Madonna? Focus and compose yourself. “Oh okay same here… and I mean it was nice talking to you too”.
Looking back at my phone I am suddenly uninterested in what I was reading. The song by Enrique Iglesias-Lloro Por playing through one ear of my earphones is so sad it suits the way I feel right now.
How can a stranger affect me so much in just a few minutes? I feel so sad, I feel tears welling up in my eyes. What is wrong with me? I look up for the last time at my Mona Lisa as he walks out of the glass doors. I notice how gloomy the weather has suddenly become. Mona Lisa is walking away, it appears he’s making a phone call. Should I follow him? Ask for his name and then maybe we will get to exchange phone numbers.
Suddenly, he stops in his tracks for a few seconds and then slumps. I can’t believe my eyes, I am numb with fear and shock. People already gather round him and a lady runs to him screaming. She seems to know him with the way she held him close. At this point I am more confused than sad. He was right here, he called me Madonna and I had imagined him in my future already. How does that happen and then he slumps a few minutes after. I can’t join the crowd around him… I can’t hold him. I don’t even know his name. How can he slump right after giving me a warm smile?
I see Tee walking past the crowd towards the glass doors looking confused. All the emotions I had been holding in were overwhelming me.
“Baby girl what’s going on outside and more importantly what is wrong with you”, Tee says as she sits by me.
I hug her tight and allow the tears to fall freely. Why do I feel this terrible sense of loss? How can I feel so connected to a stranger? He called me Madonna… these thoughts were going through my head and through my tears and crying all I could whisper to Tee was Mona Lisa has been stolen…
Do you think this was just simple flirting and there was no extra connection between Madonna and Mona Lisa?
Is flirting a bad thing?
Have you ever flirted with a stranger with no hopes of meeting him/her again?
Have you met a stranger and felt like you knew him/her before?
How realistic is this connection between Madonna and Mona Lisa?
What are your thoughts on the unpredictability of Life?
If you were to have a better ending to this what would it be?
Columnist Bio T.UZUMAKI (ig:t.uzumaki) A sage and member of the Uzumaki Clan Anime Lover - quite obvious to fellow anime lovers. Environmental Enthusiast- In love with mother earth. God Lover- For he gave me all my powers and I owe it all to him I like junk food and I do not get bored easily (because very busy mind!)