Thursday, February 26, 2009

Friendzone

Ahh, the all too familiar topic of the friendzone. There is no denying it. The constant struggle to understand where that line is and when not to cross it. However, a clear example when you know you are in the friendzone is when she tells you "I think I've met someone". If there is ever a time when there is a signal, this is definitely one of those times.

But hey, at least you know she can rely on you when she needs to make that 7am flight out of Dulles. That is what friends are for.

Sent from two cups and a string.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Jessica, from Vienna Metro

Oops, I did it again.

Well, not really. Not as bad as Britney anyways. On my way tonight, however, I did manage to say hi to a random girl that sat in front of me. She had blond hair that went past her shoulders that flowed like the wind, even though it was strangely cold on the metro. The few times I caught her profile, I was able to catch a glimpse of her long black eye lashes. Usually, I notice that a lot of woman's lashes clump together when they are long, but not this time. Despite their noticeable length, they were very clean, and slightly curled, but not clumpy. Her face, on the other hand did seem like she either spends a lot of time in the sun, or she spends a lot of time at the tanning booth. It looked good, but I don't know how long her skin can put up with that kind of treatment. She had on a black, winter pea-coat that covered her tightly, accented with a pink scarf around her neck. Interestingly enough, and I don't see this too often, she had white pin-striped pants. As she left the metro car and walked onto the platform, her pointy toe heels made the typical heel clicks against the cold hard cement. Over her right shoulder she had a black oversized quilt-like bag with the letter "J" done in gold colored embroider. She stood approximately close to my shoulders and I believe she was probably either a size 2 or 4.

She smelled like freshly baked cookies. I don't know if it was her, or someone else that sat behind me, but it smelled good.

She was about 5 paces in front of me as we left the metro car. Then, another girl came in front of me as we were making our way up the escalator. As we approached the metro gates, she veered to the right, I veered two gates over to the left. As the crowd get mixed up between the gates, I somehow ended up in front of her. I slowed down. Waited. Then I turned around to find her.

There she was. She was fiddling with her metro card. I made my approach.

Like a lost boy at the mall, I lightly tapped her on the shoulders. At first, she probably thought I was just bumping into her when I said "excuse me". Then, I said "excuse me" again and she pulled out her earbuds and looked at me. I wasn't nervous, but at the same time, I wasn't sure what I was doing. I asked her "exucse me, what's your name?"

She said "Jessica." I said to her that I had sat behind her and that I had wanted to ask her what her name was. But there was a guy sitting next to me, so it was a bit weird. I told her "I just wanted to tell you how pretty you looked".

She said to me "that is so nice of you, thank-you". At least I think she said thank-you, but I don't really care. She did definitely say "that is so nice of you" and that was gratitude enough. A totally hot girl. I complimented her, and the world didn't end.

She put back on her earbuds, and we went our separate ways. She went to the right toward the Vienna South Parking Garage as I walked to my ghetto secret parking location.

Maybe I should have done more than just ask her for her name, but hey, I totally asked her for her name and I think that is pretty good. I got her name.

Jessica.

So whereever you are tonight Jessica. I thank-you for making me smile.

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