It was warm in the club, but not hot, not sweltering like we both felt. The ability to make a man feel uncomfortable is not unfamiliar to me (I've been labeled intimidating), but the ability to make a man feel physically uncomfortable is a new one. There were sparks coming out of our eyes. Even brushing up against him seemed to emit a force field that was incomprehensable for both of us. How much conversation we had is something I can't even recollect, it was just those eyes.
So how much does Karma love me?
Enough to love to give it to me from behind and poke my eyes out at the same time. Because chemistry means nothing when someone has a significant other. Despite what J says, homewrecking is not an option. Especially when I found out his girlfriend is moving from Vancouver in with him. Wow. So he left. Because terribly, I couldn't stop flirting and neither could he.
So now. Nothing. Except the memory of sparkle flashes and heat.
O yeah, and L rubbing in how perfect we would be together.
I will still take time to give thanks for three things, because what else do you do when all you want to do is lay in your bed and smoke opium and have dreams about your unattainable dream guy.
1. I spoke with two of my Van friends on Sunday, and that always makes me feel good. Besties are the best.
2. I might, maybe, shouldn't type it here, but finally get my long hard fought promotion. Mama needs a new pair of shoes (not really, but a vacation would be nice).
3. My lost camera could be replaced thanks to my Mom's Visa insurance.
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Monday, February 9, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
dear lauren?
I think that's your name, and I think that's how you'd spell it. It should be burned into my memory, but I was so entranced with your eyes when you spoke to me, that I'm not really sure anymore. But even with only that one brief encounter several months ago, I still have a major crush. I don't think I've had a crush since High School.
It was a hot August day, and my bestie and I had just left market collective in search of a sunny patio and a cold beer. Settling ourselves into a sunny spot on the rooftop patio, a woman in a bright blue parrot dress caught my eye. The dress was several sizes too small and looked a little like a shrunken sausage casing. It was the female version of a hawaiian shirt, and her rooted, crimped bleach blond hair and blue eyeshadow exemplified a female mulleted '80's Rod Stewart look-alike. She was sitting with three young men, easily decades younger than her. The look of amusement on their face was tinged with fear as she went back to the bar to retrieve another round of shots. Using a tray was obviously foreign to her, and she resembled a whale walking a tightrope while trying to bring the shots back to the, now obviously terrified, group of guys.
We observed in amusement, on the edge of our seats to see which patron she might spill the tray on. Looking over at the guys, one of them returned our inquiring looks with a wide eyed look and mouthed 'help me'. Laughing at the spectacle before us, I noticed Lauren in the corner, looking not terrified, but simply amused by what had befallen him that day.
When the tipsy cougar took a bathroom break, HE came over to talk to us. I was distracted by his laid back demeanor, not to mention the fact that he looked like a homeless Jake Gyllenhaal. Just when I thought we were making progress, parrot lady came back, my bestie's husband showed up and the boys decided that they needed a nap before round two that evening. Why didn't I man up and tell him to text me later, giving him my number? My mouth was glued together. I swear. Now I regret it.
There have since been sightings. Outside of the Yardhouse one friday around 4 pm, but I didn't approach him- didn't feel I was looking 'hot' enough. I followed him down the street after seeing him walk by the Ship with some girlfriends one night, but then chickened out. My bestie saw him by her work at a gas station. I just hope this city is small enough that I see him again soon. Because then, I hope. I won't chicken out, and I'll just bite the bullet.....
To conclude, three things I'm grateful for since my last post:
1. The surpise coffee date with a friend on Monday. That 3 pm slump was easily avoided.
2. The assurance from the department head that I might still get into Ryerson after sending a desperate email.
3. It's only one day until the weekend. Thank God.
It was a hot August day, and my bestie and I had just left market collective in search of a sunny patio and a cold beer. Settling ourselves into a sunny spot on the rooftop patio, a woman in a bright blue parrot dress caught my eye. The dress was several sizes too small and looked a little like a shrunken sausage casing. It was the female version of a hawaiian shirt, and her rooted, crimped bleach blond hair and blue eyeshadow exemplified a female mulleted '80's Rod Stewart look-alike. She was sitting with three young men, easily decades younger than her. The look of amusement on their face was tinged with fear as she went back to the bar to retrieve another round of shots. Using a tray was obviously foreign to her, and she resembled a whale walking a tightrope while trying to bring the shots back to the, now obviously terrified, group of guys.
We observed in amusement, on the edge of our seats to see which patron she might spill the tray on. Looking over at the guys, one of them returned our inquiring looks with a wide eyed look and mouthed 'help me'. Laughing at the spectacle before us, I noticed Lauren in the corner, looking not terrified, but simply amused by what had befallen him that day.
When the tipsy cougar took a bathroom break, HE came over to talk to us. I was distracted by his laid back demeanor, not to mention the fact that he looked like a homeless Jake Gyllenhaal. Just when I thought we were making progress, parrot lady came back, my bestie's husband showed up and the boys decided that they needed a nap before round two that evening. Why didn't I man up and tell him to text me later, giving him my number? My mouth was glued together. I swear. Now I regret it.
There have since been sightings. Outside of the Yardhouse one friday around 4 pm, but I didn't approach him- didn't feel I was looking 'hot' enough. I followed him down the street after seeing him walk by the Ship with some girlfriends one night, but then chickened out. My bestie saw him by her work at a gas station. I just hope this city is small enough that I see him again soon. Because then, I hope. I won't chicken out, and I'll just bite the bullet.....
To conclude, three things I'm grateful for since my last post:
1. The surpise coffee date with a friend on Monday. That 3 pm slump was easily avoided.
2. The assurance from the department head that I might still get into Ryerson after sending a desperate email.
3. It's only one day until the weekend. Thank God.
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