by Salamander Davis | April 22nd, 2011
We all know that girl.
She is having entirely too much fun with that plain looking dude in that nook next to the bar where you stand trying to look cool while waiting for your friends. She is wearing that strangely attractive chinese-print-esque shirt that ties with a string around her neck. She’s got that loosely assembled pony-tail that makes her look to be just the right amount of hippy to make you feel like you’re with someone exotic, but with enough normalcy to satisfy your desire for a girl who has a steady job.
When you notice that girl your future life together flashes before your eyes and you begin to plan a coup to overtake the position in front of her smile. But that damn smile she keeps issuing in response to that guy’s drivel gives you pause. It makes you think, “that lucky bastard” and resign yourself to just sneaking glances at that girl for the rest of the night.
Later, after you’ve temporarily, and thankfully, forgotten about her existence, you squeeze in close to the wall in order to let a group of people pass through. You recognize that hippy pony-tail and string-tied shirt as they pass and you look left to catch a glimpse as she heads in the other direction. To your surprise, she does almost a complete three-sixty, while continuing to walk, and looks deep into your soul with a longing glance of love.
By the time you decide that you should rudely leave the woman you’re talking to and give chase, that girl, who you’re now certain is the one—you can tell she likes coffee shops, hiking, and Jason Mraz—is gone.
your writing is getting better. i think you’re finding the finer notes of desperate humor, rather than just sounding simply desperate/pathetic. i like it.
this website is hard to navigate. i want a button that leads me to a previous entry.