The last time I saw Good Girl Gabby was almost exactly a year ago. I was living in Los Angeles and flew to Bangkok on during vacation to relive my days of living there years ago. Good Girl Gabby was a significant figure in those days, so we went out.
I wasn’t going to call her this time. There was no point – we were no longer dating and barely had a relationship outside of those lines. But I called her out anyway, partly because I felt guilty that I was all the way in her hometown, and partly because I wasn’t doing anything else that night.
We met at Emquartier, the new luxury mall closest to my apartment. She was coming from work so I suggested she crash at my place that night, in order to reduce her morning commute from an hour to 15 minutes. She agreed.
What’s strange is that I had no expectations that we’d be having sex. Last year we did met up in the same way, and we didn’t. Like I said, our relationship was in a weird gray area where we used to see each other naked, but now we’re just familiar and comfortable around each other.
I arrived at Emquartier and texted her: “I’m on the ground floor in Building B – where are you?” She responded with a photo of me taken from behind. Good Girl Gabby was always pulling funny shit like this. She consistently makes me laugh.
(Holy shit, I can’t write.)
Good Girl Gabby gained weight. She’s tall, maybe 5’10, and would probably tower over me if she wore heels instead of the flat, unisex footwear she usually wore. She was slim but somehow since meeting her when she was 23 years old until now at 27, she filled out all that frame with fat.
She knows it and feels bad about it. “I drink milk tea every day. Sometimes I have two dinners. I just can’t stop eating.”
“You’re 27 years old, Gabby,” I said. “Everyone’s fat at 27 years old. Even I was fat at 27 years old. This is the age when people still eat like a teenager, when we have a fast metabolism. You’ll begin to adjust to being older soon. You’ll get the hang of it, and then slim back down.”
It’s true. Late-20s is when everyone looks awful. And then early-30’s is when women are gorgeous. That’s when they start yoga and deadlifts and SKII face creams and shit. Three years ago, I thought Good Girl Gabby would become super hot in her 30s, after the baby fat fell from her cheeks, revealing that beautiful bone structure she has underneath (that becomes apparent when she smiles). I dated her too early, you know? I was ahead of my time.
You know, that said, I should stay in the periphery of her life for a few more years to see how she shapes out. Not that her looks is the single issue why we’re not dating anymore – but if she becomes as attractive as I think she’ll be, it could be the dealmaker (probably not).
So we met and sort of kissed and sort of held hands, both of us unsure of how to interact with each other. Everything was comfortable, though – there wasn’t any anxiety or awkwardness. We were just trying to shift from “dating” to “eating buddies” and it’ll just take awhile.
We strolled through the luxury mall to the movie theater on the top floor. There wasn’t anything playing, or the timing was off. I suggested a horror movie, which Good Girl Gabby absolutely despised; and she suggested a cartoon, which I rolled my eyes at.
Jesus fucking Christ, I really, really can’t write anymore! Keep going, dickhead.
We ate Korean BBQ, then walked to my apartment that was a few blocks away, stopping at the fancy grocery store for stout beer for me and apple cider for her. She bought a pack of Japanese Ice Cream mocha, reminding me that I introduced her to them a few years ago at CentralWorld.
Walking back, I said, “I miss this.”
“No, you can’t miss me. I’m in front of you right now, you can’t miss something that you have.” She repeated verbatim what I’d told her years ago, the smarty pants.
We got back to my place and I drank my stout as she drank her cider. Then we fell asleep with our clothes on, no sex, no goodnight kisses. Just two people crashing in the same bed so she could get to work quicker the next morning – for more efficient logistics.
At 7am, I woke up and went to the gym. When I returned, she was gone, probably forever this time. Unless she becomes super hot in her early-30s.