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1:42 p.m. - Tuesday, Oct. 26, 2004 So, I was coming down the long escalator again, on my way to a midterm, and i heard a busker at the bottom. I got all excited, but it turned out to just be some really short peruvian dude. So I was all, sigh, another day of blow drying and velcro rollering my hair for nothing, when lo and behold, there he was. He was on the platform waiting for the same metro as me. Bliss. I ducked, applied lip gloss, re-emerged, and proceeded to flirt like an underage hooker out on the docks for the first time. It was magnificent. Raise the eyes, bite the lip, lock eyes, lower the eyes...brillant formula, no? Its my personal favourite. I had him ladies and gentlemen, it was on. He was staring, hard, and oh god was he beautiful. Possibly even more so than i'd originally thought. When the metro came I got onto the same car as him, and as I walked ahead of him I heard him say "yes!" under his breath. It was gorgeous. The metro car itself became a strict code red flirtation zone - it was not for the faint of heart. He wasn't shy, he gazed into me hard; like he knows how blue his eyes are, like he fucking knows, you know? I was bold, then shy...one eyebrow raised, crooked smile, lowered lashes... And then we got off at the same stop. It was too good to be true. Then he slowed down, turned to talk to me, and...I choked. Or something. I don't know what it was exactly, but I stopped walking and started pulling my notes out of my bag; a distraction to discourage convo. Maybe it was just because I was late for an exam and didn't want our first interaction to be rushed, maybe I wasn't ready to let the intrigue end just yet, maybe I was nervous to actualize the crush and have it go all weird, and then never be able to use my metro station in peace again. I don't know. It was a combination of all that and more I think...I just wasn't ready. But I'll see him again. I know I will. Stay tuned for the next installment...
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