Well, I’ve overcome all of that silly giggidy-ness. Honestly, I was really horrible at these things, and would make an ass of myself – like, on a chronic level.
Nowadays, I realize that most people are just as shit as the rest of the world. I’ve turned rather jaded to these things.
Which is a total f’n shame, as I often times realize how beautiful they are after they’re already gone from my life. For example, I was on the subway one day, heading from one project to another.
I took a seat early in the ride noticed that there was a young woman sitting next to me, looking up from her book to glance in my direction every few minutes or so. In NYC, that means absolutely nothing, and figured there was something of interest past my head, mayhaps a particularly crazed hobo. I just continued to look straight, eyes unfaltering and listening to my iPod in one ear. I had a whole long day’s work ahead of me, and I was trying to coordinate stuff in my head.
Lost in the calculations, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Do… do you have the time?,” she asked.
Apathetically, I raised my wrist to look at my watch, “It’s a quarter to noon.”
“Thank you,” she said – with a million-watt smile. It was right then that I realized how beautiful she was – ethereal, even. Soft features, light eyes, red hair – rather perfect, in fact. Mouth slightly agape and forming a slight smile, I manged to form a “you’re welcome” as the train pulled into the station. She got up and walked away.
I put my headphones on, and continuously kicked myself in the nuts for that grand display of idiocy. The entire ride I was thinking all kinds of stupid; what I could have said, what I should have said, was she really interested in me, that would have been embarrassing if she wasn’t, I wonder why she didn’t speak up before etc. I silently hoped I’d run into her again one day – but in a sea of over 8 million people, it’s near impossible.
Wait, what was the question again?