Wednesday 2 December 2009

So I totally fell in love today

I was at work when this really amazing look girl came in. She wasn't boner inducing, super model hawt with big boobs, flowing blond hair and a cleavage that would slam your head through your ball sack.
Instead she was quietly attractive, with dark brown hair in a pony tail and a slightly bookish looking face with large brown eyes and the most comforting and relaxing smile in the world.

You know the sort of girl I'm talking about.

The sort of girl that you could totally imagine spending lazy summer days with, lying on a picnic blanket on a meadow down by the river, just content with the sounds of the birds in the air and the security of each others company. The sort of girl that you would take you to art galleries and try to make you reach your full potential because she recognizes that you're slightly under achieving in life and not motivated enough. And you go to the art galleries because you love her and respect her opinions but your act bored and above it all (but you're still secretly impressed with the painting and shit even if you don't appreciate it on the same level as her). Then, to repay her, you watch Godfather 1 & 2 together on a dark, winters night, huddled up on the sofa together in front of a nice warm fire, and she watches them because she loves you and she respects your opinions but she acts all bored and above it all (but you know she secretly is impressed even if she doesn't appreciate it on the same level as you). Then you have a playful argument in which you discuss who has had more cultural significance on the world, Rembrandt or Francis Ford Coppola, and the argument ends in you both in the bed room where you proceed to have intimate, loving and comfortable sex that doesn't need to be outrageous or dangerous for it to be magical. And then after you're both spent you cuddle, basking in the pleasurable feedback from each others bodies. However after a while she lets go because she understands you need your space to be able to sleep comfortably and you proceed to fall into a deep slumber, content in the knowledge that you have someone that truly loves you.

You know the sort of girl I'm talking about.

Anyway, this girl came into the shop and I served her and fell in love with her. She sat down and while she was sipping on her Latte every now and again I glanced over at her and sometimes she would be looking at me and we would make momentary eye contact before one of us got embarrassed and turned away.
Then, when she was leaving, I smiled at her and said goodbye but she didn't look at me nor respond and instead kept on walking like she had blinkers on.
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That's when I realised how desperately alone I am.

tl/dr: I'm a sad sack of shit with an over active imagination and a pathetically romantic disposition.

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