19 Improving Mood (1/2)
My mood was still down when I wrote the entry for this diary yesterday. However, today, my mood is getting better.
I was still a bit lost after my low-spirited mood three days ago. After forcing myself to refocus yesterday, I'm now on the right track. I can honestly say that. I have a buoyant spirit while writing this. Hoping you can feel it.
I read and reread my Prologue and Chapter 1 yesterday and stop trying to write anything. Remember what I said yesterday about the common feeling of frustration I have and my solution for it? I did the way to solve it. My husband and I have a good date the other night. We went out eating this nice homemade Ice cream store. It's not only the homemade thing why we went there but the beauty of their presentation was its attraction. They give you a bunny ice cream, a tower, and others. With different add-ins like pistachios, walnuts, dragon fruit, banana, and others. We really enjoyed the night.
One thing that uplifted my spirit is when my husband listens to me while I'm telling him the story. The eagerness I see from his face and his reactions encourage me a lot. He seldom read books, but he loves to listen, not just to me but to others as well. I'm happy he's my husband.
Ah, I remember now about the funny thing I want to write.
Actually, this husband of mine was kinda slow when he tried courting me. It took him months after our first meeting at the Christmas camp. BUT I already sensed it. So, guys out there don't think girls can't see that you want to court them. Simple actions speak louder than words, though you don't intend to show it. A slight glimpse, gentlemanly actions, a bit of care with free foods and drinks(we love this one the most, but make sure your girl won't get a stomachache after consuming the food or you're busted), and others.
Back to the topic. Even though I saw his intentions, I didn't like him. Why? First, because I thought he was shorter than me. I'm a tall girl compared to the average Filipino girls. I don't want to lower my eyes when I talk to my boyfriend. (Shakes head) Not at all. I wanted a man taller than me. I was shameless enough to ask him for his height.
You might imagine this kind of scene:
Boy: I like you
Girl: What is your height? How tall are you?
Boy: Why do you ask?