Um.. yea.. if you missed the first part, read the entry below.
Part two:
The conversation that followed was as calm as the beach in the middle of a hurricane. My mind flashed a million thoughts, each neuron in my brain wanted to know something different and they could not come to an agreement. My heart on the other hand just wanted to enjoy the moment, to enjoy looking into her eyes and feeling the warmth of her smile.
Unfortunately, I did not know that I was doing just that.
“This is usually when you say something to keep my attention,” she said through an amused smirk.
Suddenly my brain came to an agreement with itself. KEEP HER ATTENTION, it said to me without further guidance.
So I started shooting my regular arsenal of small talk, compliments, and inquiries her way. She seemed to know my act, but generously played along in the ritual. I felt like I was talking to a psychic, every comment, remark, and question I spoke was answered in short fashion, though not always predictable. I do believe she had my attention more then I had hers.
The conversation though, lasted no longer then ten minutes. She was on her lunch break and had to get back to business. She cleared her side of the table, and started packing up her things. When she got up, so did I.
“Wait,” I managed to hide the desperation in my voice, “Will I ever talk to you again?”
She beamed her smile at me, “Maybe.”
“Maybe? Maybe I could call you?”
“Maybe.”
“Email?”
She arched an eyebrow at me.
“Alright, so maybe it’s not the most romantic way to talk to you,” I retorted her unasked question, “But you know, they did make a movie about emailing lovers once.”
She laughed. It was genuine. It was the first time she laughed through our short lifetime together. With it, I felt a great sense of tranquility, a sense of peace. I wanted to make her laugh forever.
She scribbled something quickly on a napkin and handed it to me. With a wave of her hand, she said her goodbye. As she walked away, I was waiting for her to look back. I heard somewhere once that if a lady looks back when she leaves, she wants to make sure you are still paying her attention, a woman’s way of making sure a guy only had her in his sight.
She never did.
Part two:
The conversation that followed was as calm as the beach in the middle of a hurricane. My mind flashed a million thoughts, each neuron in my brain wanted to know something different and they could not come to an agreement. My heart on the other hand just wanted to enjoy the moment, to enjoy looking into her eyes and feeling the warmth of her smile.
Unfortunately, I did not know that I was doing just that.
“This is usually when you say something to keep my attention,” she said through an amused smirk.
Suddenly my brain came to an agreement with itself. KEEP HER ATTENTION, it said to me without further guidance.
So I started shooting my regular arsenal of small talk, compliments, and inquiries her way. She seemed to know my act, but generously played along in the ritual. I felt like I was talking to a psychic, every comment, remark, and question I spoke was answered in short fashion, though not always predictable. I do believe she had my attention more then I had hers.
The conversation though, lasted no longer then ten minutes. She was on her lunch break and had to get back to business. She cleared her side of the table, and started packing up her things. When she got up, so did I.
“Wait,” I managed to hide the desperation in my voice, “Will I ever talk to you again?”
She beamed her smile at me, “Maybe.”
“Maybe? Maybe I could call you?”
“Maybe.”
“Email?”
She arched an eyebrow at me.
“Alright, so maybe it’s not the most romantic way to talk to you,” I retorted her unasked question, “But you know, they did make a movie about emailing lovers once.”
She laughed. It was genuine. It was the first time she laughed through our short lifetime together. With it, I felt a great sense of tranquility, a sense of peace. I wanted to make her laugh forever.
She scribbled something quickly on a napkin and handed it to me. With a wave of her hand, she said her goodbye. As she walked away, I was waiting for her to look back. I heard somewhere once that if a lady looks back when she leaves, she wants to make sure you are still paying her attention, a woman’s way of making sure a guy only had her in his sight.
She never did.
posted by Allen M @ 8/22/2002 11:35:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home