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Current mood:  distractable
everyone should have at least one crush in their lives on someone who works at a bookstore.
i walked into borders (the term "bookstore" is used loosely in this case) during those late- morning doldrums when i'm looking for something to do on my day off, or looking for the new issue of fader magazine or whatever. in this case, i was doing both. at the counter, there was the cute girl with the septum piercing whom i always want to see whenever i visit this particular borders store. it's just a minor technicality that the first time i ever saw her, she kissed her boyfriend before exiting his car. i vividly remember her being, as my good friend ceanne would say, "shaped like a woman." boy, was she shaped like a woman! i quickly regain my bearings as i grab my magazine and a copy of charles bukowski's hot water music.
making my way up to the counter, i realize the girl didn't have a line, so i cut around and went backwards from where i was supposed to exit. casually using that (or something that sounded similar to it) as my opening line, she giggled a cute little courtesy laugh and asked how i was doing. i replied, and asked her in return. she said she was alright, with me relating a little story about how, for the first time in my life, i owe the IRS. "it's only $24," she replied, "but that still sucks. i have friends who were on strike, but didn't get taxed on their strike-pay, so they're probably gonna have to pay in, too." as i paid however much it was, probably close to the amount that i owe the government(!), she looked down at the upright bass on my wrist, but didn't ask or say anything about it. this may or may not have had something do with the boyfriend she kissed the first time i ever saw her. i thanked her. she thanked me, looked me in the eyes through her slim, black-framed glasses, and told me to have a good day.
i wish this was the end of the story.
as i walked into the mall, i imagined her being on my arm. i imagined we'd talk about some band that either she liked and i didn't or vice versa. i imagined we'd venture out into the cold outside, with grey as far as the eyes can see. i imagined we'd get in my car, and she's make an offhanded comment about how we better not get flagged down by someone trying to catch a taxi. i imagined i'd kiss her on the forehead for being clever, and she'd kiss me on the cheek. and i imagined we'd hold hands the entire way home, fingers weaving through each other like the fabric from a knit scarf.
to be frank, i haven't daydreamed about any girl being my girlfriend in a year and change. it was bittersweet. it's how i can tell i'm getting a little lonely.
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Hold Time
By M. Ward
Release date: 2009-02-17 |
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8:50 PM
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