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I asked, to keep her from asking me more questions. "Well I don't exactly have something I like doing. I just dabble in a bit of this and that. I cannot count the numbers of things I like. I like baking, I like singing, I like crocheting..." I zoned off as she droned on. "Are you even listening?" She asked after sometime. "Ah, yes, um, they're all cool hobbies." She sighed loudly and stood up from the bed. "Seems I'm boring you. I'll just leave you alone."

Too happy for someone like me. He is one of those annoying people who never get jealous or are petty and as a self-accepted petty person, I don’t like it much. Or maybe I am just trying to find faults in this perfect person. “So what are your hobbies?” I ask him, remembering the list of things Lucas told me to ask. “Oh I have so many.” Oh no. “I like rock climbing.” No no. “I run the marathon, and if not, I am always training for one.” He says as he laughs, “I actually love any physical activity.”

she introduced in a shy voice as if she’s a shy type of person! “So, what are your hobbies? Age? Talent? Motto?” Ma’am added. “Ma’am I’m 15 years old. My hobby is to sleep. Talent? I can draw. Motto? What are you going to the grass if the eater is already dead. Hehe, thanks.” She bowed and came back to her seat. “Woah! Your motto is unique! I only heard it now.” Ma’am said sarcastically while smiling. “Next!” I scratched my head and I went in front feeling embarrassed.

In every way he was wet dream of women. What the hell! Why was I thinking about Brandon! I even compared Hugh with him. Maybe that I was always thinking about Brandon subconsciously, and this is why I didn’t find this date enjoyable. But at least I should try to behave normally and converse politely with Hugh. "Hugh, do you have any hobby or anything to pass your leisure?" I questioned. A smile spread on his lips hearing my question. "Yeah, I have. I like fishing, swimming. What about you?"

“But then that wouldn't be a hobby, huh?” Suddenly all the clumsiness of the teenage years that I missed came back tenfold. The. Worst. Timing. Ever. “No, it wouldn’t classify as a hobby,” he drawled nonchalantly. I tended to be good at reading vibes from people. Usually. But with Chance Macklemore, I had no idea where I stood. “I love to hike,” I remarked with a tight smile. “We try to go at least once a month,” I added. “My kids and I.”

His words made me glad, but I tried to appear indifferent. "Novels." I said, and he squinted his eyes in apparent confusion. "Sorry?" "Novels. I love to read novels. My hobby." I explained, and he grinned. "I wouldn't outrightly say that my hobby is reading novels, but it is definitely part of the things I love to do in my spare time."

Her avoiding the details reminded me of myself dodging questions, covering cracks, pretending everything was not that deep. I stared at the ceiling. The fan wobbling, squeaking on every rotation. That sound had become a lullaby for me, something steady in a house filled with noise. Me: I think I need a hobby. Lottie: A hobby?? Like crocheting? Making bracelets?? Baking??? Me: Do I look like someone who bakes? Lottie: Actually yes. You give quiet girl who makes violent cupcakes. Me: That is not a thing. Lottie: It is if you believe.

he gives me another look and I can’t help the blush rising to my cheeks. This man. I swear he enjoys the sight of my embarrassment. “To relax, recreational” I mentioned but I could see sexual activity falling in any of those so I asked, “Do you have any hobbies?” “I don’t have time for hobbies” Ian said without missing a beat. “Who doesn’t have hobbies?!” I was aghast. “Can work be my hobby?” “Nope” I announced with a vehement shake of my head. He looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Making money then?”

After giving the waitress our order. We spoke about our hobbies I told him I love going to the library and reading. " that's it " he said yes nodding my head I have no family and no friends. I asked him what his hobbies are? What he likes doing in his free time? He loves running and the gym, swims, loves the beach, catching up with family and friends. Smiling at me as he spoke. What I would give to be able to have similar hobbies.

“There’s not even a thing you like about her.” Leaning in, I rested my hands on my thighs, and I searched my mind for something—anything. "Nothing; we have nothing in common. She doesn’t love music and is not a fan of art. What did she say her hobbies were?” I rubbed my chin as I attempted to remember our conversation. It was hard to remember when anger had clogged my ears. She came an hour and thirty minutes late, yet not a sorry slipped out of her mouth. ”I can’t even remember her hobbies. Oh, I think her hobbies are swimming and dieting.” Lean back into the vinyl chair. “How can a person’s hobby be dieting?”