Honolulu Baby

Honolulu, Hawaii. What's better than that? A wonderful brunch place facing the sea. Warm wind, soft breeze, wonderful morning light. Seagulls flying over my head. My boyfriend sits across from me, sunglasses on, looking happy and sexy. This is my graduation holiday, a fully deserved one, and the place is just amazing.

As I order a fresh bagel and a pineapple juice, I look into my boyfriend's eyes (well, sunglasses) in a dream-like way. Everything seems just perfect.

He looks back at me, but his look is a bit troubled. In fact, I wake up from my hazy beatitude to realize that he is making small, disapproving sounds with his mouth. Looking at me.

What could possibly be the problem? Can there be problems in Paradise? Apparently, yes.

My boyfriend keeps making "tsk" noises until I finally blurt out, "what's wrong?".
Annoyed, he replies: "Nothing wrong with me".
"Then why do you keep making those sounds?", I have to ask.
Silence.

Oh, no. Silence? Silence in Paradise? Something IS wrong. Part of me wants to ignore him, forget the whole thing, go run to the beach, start swimming, leave him behind, him and his noises and whatever is wrong. I don't feel like putting up with it.

Yet I have to. Something (masochism?) compels me to insist. So I ask again. "You have to tell me what's wrong now".

After fifteen minutes of back and forth (while in the meantime my nice warm bagel gets cold, as of course my hunger has disappeared) he finally admits:
"Well, nothing is wrong with me, but something is a bit wrong with you. Nothing major of course, and I think I should not even tell you, but you have been insisting so much. You see, I was studying your face and your profile from this perspective, and I can't help but noticing that it is not very symmetrical. It's funny, your nose is a bit long, your chin comes out a lot, and your eyes are kind of small...obviously you do look ok, but if one looks at your face closely, there are these things that come out...I did not even realize I was making noises. In any case, nobody's perfect! Bon appetit!".

And smiling a devilish smile, he bites at his bagel, oblivious to my utter desperation.

My Prince would never say such a thing to me. My Prince would love my face even if my eyes are too small and my chin is too long.

But then....then I am in Paradise with yet another Frog.

Heart of mine, be strong.