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I always imagine that I'd meet my girl in a coffeeshop or bookstore, more likely a bookstore. Maybe we're both be looking for a specific book and happen to bump into each other because we weren't paying attention. After smiling shyly toward each other and offer our apologies, we happen to reach for exactly the same book.
We smile at each other again, laughing at the strange coincedence, so I grab two books and hand her one. We walk away in seperate directions, but I stop after a couple steps and turn around, only to see her stopped and looking at me too. We offer each other one last smile and go in our seperate directions.
It's not until I decide to buy the book and end up in line right behind her that I strike up the courage to talk to her. I start with something corny like, "So i see you decided to buy the book too." She says yea and smiles, and awkwardly turns halfway, so that she's not exactly facing me directly, but not exactly ignoring me and paying attention to only the line. She waits for me to say something else.
I search for something to say, not exactly sure of the situation, not exactly sure if she's standing that way in order to be polite, or if she's bored, or if she really wants me to say something to her. After a long minute, she gives up, turning away from me and paying attention to waiting in line.
I almost slam the book into my head, knowing that I just blew my chance, and the next 5 minutes is agonizing as she waits in line right there in front of me, but me not being able to say anything.
Fate works with me for once, and we get called to seperate cash registers consecutively. We finish paying at the same time. I'm a little ahead of her, so I open the door and hold it for her. As with all fancy bookstores, they usually have to sets of doors, so she holds the other door for me.
I stop next to her and knowing that it's my last chance, I ask her if she's free, and--after making sure I tell her I don't usually do this--ask her if she would like to get a cup of coffee together. She says yes, and well, the rest i'm not sure of. I haven't gotten that far in my daydreams yet.
Can't wait for this day to come.
I always imagine that I'd meet my girl in a coffeeshop or bookstore, more likely a bookstore. Maybe we're both be looking for a specific book and happen to bump into each other because we weren't paying attention. After smiling shyly toward each other and offer our apologies, we happen to reach for exactly the same book.
We smile at each other again, laughing at the strange coincedence, so I grab two books and hand her one. We walk away in seperate directions, but I stop after a couple steps and turn around, only to see her stopped and looking at me too. We offer each other one last smile and go in our seperate directions.
It's not until I decide to buy the book and end up in line right behind her that I strike up the courage to talk to her. I start with something corny like, "So i see you decided to buy the book too." She says yea and smiles, and awkwardly turns halfway, so that she's not exactly facing me directly, but not exactly ignoring me and paying attention to only the line. She waits for me to say something else.
I search for something to say, not exactly sure of the situation, not exactly sure if she's standing that way in order to be polite, or if she's bored, or if she really wants me to say something to her. After a long minute, she gives up, turning away from me and paying attention to waiting in line.
I almost slam the book into my head, knowing that I just blew my chance, and the next 5 minutes is agonizing as she waits in line right there in front of me, but me not being able to say anything.
Fate works with me for once, and we get called to seperate cash registers consecutively. We finish paying at the same time. I'm a little ahead of her, so I open the door and hold it for her. As with all fancy bookstores, they usually have to sets of doors, so she holds the other door for me.
I stop next to her and knowing that it's my last chance, I ask her if she's free, and--after making sure I tell her I don't usually do this--ask her if she would like to get a cup of coffee together. She says yes, and well, the rest i'm not sure of. I haven't gotten that far in my daydreams yet.
Can't wait for this day to come.
posted by Allen M @ 8/23/2006 02:03:00 PM
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