One fine April morning, I met the 100 percent girl.
She was, I may say, not so super beautiful girl. I could not say her clothes are brilliant. Her hair curled the wrong way, maybe in her sleep. She could be around 30 years old. Nevertheless, I found that she is the ``100 percent'' girl for me. Even it was 50 meters away from her, I realize that clearly. When I saw her, my chest was irregularly shook, my mouth dried up like a desert.
Maybe you have some preference on a girl. You may like a girl who has thin ankles, a girl who has big eyes. You could say, ``I absolutely like a girl who has beautiful fingers.'' or ``I am attracted a girl who eats slowly, ... I do not know why, whatever.'' I also have some preferences. Once I was in a restaurant, I could not stop to see a girl's nose of the next table.
However, no one can specify the 100 percent girl. I never remembered how her nose was. No, I even did not remember she had a nose or not. All I can remember is that she was not so beautiful. But surely she was the 100 percent girl. It is quite odd.
``Yesterday, I met a 100 percent girl, just passing by.''I said to someone.
``Huumm.'' he answered. ``Was it a beautiful girl?''
``No. It's not like that.''
``So, she must be your type.''
``I can not remember. How her eyes were, does she have large breasts? or not?... I can not remember at all.''
``That's odd, isn't it?''
``That's odd.''
``Then,'' he said to me with board, ``What happened? Did you say hello to her?''
``Nothing.'' I said, ``Just passing by.''
She walked down from east to west, I walked down west to east. It was clear day in April.
I would like to talk with her, only 30 minutes would be great. I would like to know her, I would like to tell her about myself. And I would like to know, how this meeting happened, is this destiny? How could we meet? There should be full of warm secrets that like an ancient machine which was build in peace time.
We might talk each other such things. Maybe we see a Woody Allen's old movie together. Then we could go to a cafe. I could ask her phone number.
Possibility and my imagination hit the door of my heart.
The distance between I and her becomes only 15 meters now.
So, how can I start to talk?
``Hello. Could you please talk with me for 30 minutes?''
Ridiculous. I am not selling anything.
``Excuse me, do you know any laundry shop around here?''
Ridiculous again. I even don't have any laundry.
Maybe, maybe I should just say it. ``Hello, you are the 100 percent girl for me.''
She did not believe me. Even If she could believe me, she would not want to talk to me. She will say, ``Even if I am the 100 person girl for you, you are not 100 percent for me.'' I would just confuse in such situation. I am already 32 years old. And that is the meaning to become 32 years old.
I passed by her in front of a flower stand in Markt. A warm small air chunk of the spring touched me. I smelled some roses. I even could not say hello to her. She wore a white shirt, and had a white letter that yet not put any stamps. She looks terribly tired. Maybe she took whole night to write that. And in the letter, there may be full of her secrets.
After I walked down a bit more, I turned back. But I could not find her, she already dissolved into the crowd.
Of course now I know that how I should talk to her. But it is quite long story. I think I could not tell it well. My idea never becomes practical.
Anyway, the story starts with ``A long time ago,'' and ended with ``Is it a sad story, don't you think?''
A long time ago, there were a boy and a girl. He was 18 years old, and she was 16 years old. He was not so handsome boy, she was just OK. You can find such a boy and a girl everywhere. But they believe, there could be a 100 percent boy or girl in this world.
One day, they met each other.
A boy said to the girl, ``what a surprise, I look for you whole my life. You may not believe me, but, you are the 100 percent girl for me.''
The girl said to him, ``You also are the 100 percent boy for me, It was like a dream, you are exactly I imagine.''
They sit down a bench in a park. They told each other. They were not alone anymore. What a beautiful experience to ask 100 percent, and to get 100 percent.
However, a tiny doubt came up between them. ``Is it OK to get such an incredible dream? Is it real? Could we get such happiness so soon?''
When casually their conversation had a gap, the boy said to her.
``Could we try this once more? If we are the really 100 percent each other, we could meet again anyway. When we meet next time, and we still feel we are 100 percent each other, then let's get married. Does it sound OK for you?''
``Yes'', she said.
Then they parted.
However, in reality, they do not need to test them. They are really 100 percent each other. Then time and fate played them.
One winter, they both got bad flue. They were almost dead and lost everything, including their memory. When they were awake, their head is totally empty like a piggy bank of D. H. Lawrence of young days.
But they both are clever and had patience. They studied knowledge and establish their feelings again. Then finally, they come back to their society. They became to be able to change the train again. They became to send a rapid letter from a post office. Then they experienced 75 percent love, or 85 percent one.
Then a boy became 32 years old, she became 30 years old. The time passed so fast.
One day in a fine morning in April, he walked down from west to east to have a cup of morning coffee. And the girl walked down from east to west to get some stamps for her letter. They passed by at middle of the street. A subtle light of their lost memory flushed their hearts a moment.
``She is my 100 percent girl.''
``He is my 100 percent boy.''
But the shine of their memory was too weak. Their words were not so pure like 14 years ago. They just passed by each other without any words, and did not see each other anymore.
Is it a sad story, don't you think?
I should start to talk with her like that.