New Girl

I would like to tell you that I’ve been living the same day over and over. I know you won’t believe it. You’ve seen me talking gibberish before as well. You’ve seen me going all haywire, but let me assure you I’m in my full senses.

How?

Well, my behaviour is still blatant, and I’m pretty outspoken when it comes to expressing my thoughts — as it was yesterday.

Then how it’s different?

Well, today, you trust me. Your faith in me has allowed me to overstep some boundaries, or if I phrase it better, your consent has obviated the need for any overthinking before I could be overly courteous with you. I will pull that chair, hold that door and make sure this day ends on a good note. I will say something stupid, something full of hatred, something lustful — I don’t know — I won’t try to impress you — I’ll do whatever this testosterone is up to — and you won’t mind. You’ll love it. I will tell you how beautiful you are and –

And what?

Would you like to watch a movie together?

What movie?

Groundhog Day