| | Well, maybe not every day. But, at least sometimes.
I'm sitting at a cafe near me right now, sipping on some hot chocolate. I came here with the intention of reading some of the book that my friend Deborah gave me, but just can't concentrate on it.
On my way here, as i was walking up 15th st, I saw coming towards me what looked like a rather cute girl. It being dark, it was a little bit difficult to see her face until she was right next to me, passing me. As I looked at her, she gave me a bit of a half smile, in acknowledgment, of, well, something. "Yup, she's cute" I think to myself.
I have to tell you, its maddening to see an attractive girl on the street and feel like there's nothing you can do about it. I for one, am getting sick of it. She passed me by, and I literally stood there, frozen for a minute. I stared at her back, and could see the outline of her blond hair silhouetted by the street lamps of Dolores St. as she walked away. I turned around and looked back towards my destination. The coffee shop on Church St. "This is that moment" I thought to myself. "That moment where I feel helpless, and don't know what to do, and she walks away, and I walk away towards my destination, and try to forget about her, about the frustration." By now, she is a full block away and soon, she's going to disappear. Maybe for forever.
But this is not that moment. "Fuck you, you fucking pussy. GO DO SOMETHING." So, i take off after her, running, back towards my house, backpack clanging on my back, across the street, down the block, and around the corner, to find her 10 feet away, keys in hand, ready to enter her apartment. Its dark, we're the only one's on the block. She doesn't see me, and I know that if I approach her too quickly, too closely, she'll freak out. Keeping a bit of distance between us, and angling my body slightly away so as to not appear confrontational I say "Excuse me! I know this is totally random, but you are the cutest girl I've seen all day, and as you passed me, I knew that I would be kicking myself if I didn't say something to you."
At first she's a bit taken aback, but then she gives me this wide, warm smile, and tells me that that is one of the sweetest things she's ever heard. I introduce myself, and mention how i live just around the corner from her.
I'd like to say that I got her number and that I'm going on a date with her. But, I didn't. I wished her goodnight, smiled at her, and turned and left. Could I have pushed it further? Yes. I can even say that I know how now. But in the moment, I was scared, and everything flooded out of my brain. But as I turned away from her, as she stood there, I locked eyes with her, and I knew, with her still smiling, that I was cutting things short. Perhaps I left her wondering "who is this guy? Does he do this often?"
One thing at a time. Make girls smile one at a time. Its all points.
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| | Posted 2/17/2008 9:20 PM - 64 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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