After weeks of not seeing her, suffering through the most minimal of glances (almost to the point that I even wondered if it was her), yesterday our paths happened to cross--yet again!--and I wonder why.
Why? Why must I see her? There are thousands of kids that go to Columbia. There are so many circumstances that must conspire to bring us together. And yet, there we were, her going one way down the sidewalk, me going another, eyes searching out the familiar.
The weird thing about her is I recognize her, but it always takes me a moment to remember her. Certainly she is something which is like an object in the room that you notice only some three days after spending time in the room. But also, when I see people I know, they tend to look glad to see me and she always looks ambivalent, which confuses me. I see her eyes on me, I see her face turned my way and I look at her, and for that one fraction of a second, I can't place her or where I know her from.
And it's not like she's out of context, or she's changed the way she looks, or anything else logical.
Yesterday, she was staring so hard at me, as if she was going to say something that I actually said, "hey" to her before I realized who she was. She said nothing in response. Of course.
Maybe it's my fault. I'd been thinking about her a lot lately, and earlier that day I'd pulled up her pitiful myspace page (which she'd begun at some point last year and hadn't altered one bit whatsoever), which had changed since the last time I'd seen it.
She had actually entered information about herself into her profile. And she had one friend who was not Tom. Although, for some reason, as I contemplate how myspace profiles are almost like indicators of a personality, she still has not submitted a photo of herself for perusal. And that didn't surprise me.
She is like that chameleon sitting on the rock in the sun in Florida that you didn't see until it moved. What is it about me that moves her?
word of the day: sheathe
6 comments:
So now you're judging people by their myspace pages? I don't know who this person is but there's surely something worse about them that. If anything, you gave her a compliment.
I just said I was thinking that there might be a correlation...is all.
My fault. I think whenever anyone talks about Myspace I just go into anger mode. I don't know why, but that place makes me itch.
no, you're right, I was sort of backing up my judgments with the myspace stuff as evidence to the facts...
I have become a judgmental bastard lately. must be the lack of sun.
I believe, pre anony ban, I wanted to inquire if said girl was attractive. I mean, if she's all fat and stuff I don't think your male friends would want to get up on that shit. However, if she is I'm sure I could find someone to pork her and get her out of your life for a week or two.
I have no idea who you are talking about unless it was that unusually horny somewhat attractive girl at that one party who kept wiggling her shit around in tight jeans, etc. I kind of wanted to put in her butt and would have been more than glad to break down a wall or two to ensure that she had a satisfactory orgasm. Giving her my phone number would have been iffy.
~Big Jim Slade
she's attractive in that way that is kind of like she's not unattractive. there's nothing horribly awful about her. she's just got no vibrancy. it's like she's a slug.
her origins are slightly less obscure in this post:
http://floggingforfrogs.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-i-should-have-written-yesterday.html
and no, it's not her. though funny you should mention that. I was just telling natalia about that moment over tea tonight.
missed you.
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