today i complimented her on her rainbow pattern knit scarf, and she said "thank you" and smiled. 77 cents for a large cup of gourmet coffee if you bring your own mug. (my kingdom for a magician's smoke pellet and a time machine.) i may as well have thrown my money at her at that point, and run out of the store screaming "she's dead! she's dead! revere the flesh!") (swear to god, this was the very next thing that came out of my mouth. but what makes this worse is that my squirrelly little mind is feverishly searching the stacks for any images of someone i knew singing or dancing to this song, and i can't come up with a single one.)
which is embarassing and inscrutible enough of a thing to have to confirm or deny. (the onus is now on me to confirm, whether or not i have actually ever seen someone sing along with or dance to the 80's hit song "gloria". secondly, i've immediately singled her out on something that can only be defended, ignored, or questioned.) (first of all, that can't possibly be a true statement.
T: "wow, i've never seen someone groove to this song before" dancing and singing along to a song that i thought she'd be too young to remember. i came in to get my coffee and there she was, behind the counter, dancing to music, to the song "gloria". the mug, the stealing, the leg warmers, all of it. it probably doesn't quite translate that way to her, because what i secretly intend to be my presentation on "the benefits and desirableness of knowing me" somehow slips out of my control and spirals into an effortlessly pleasant conversation between her and my girlfriend.Īnd she can see me out of the corner of her eye, as i get that silently panicked look about me, and she's likely thinking that she better be careful because the only person with enough expertise to find her body would probably be morgan freeman, and he's only an actor.īut the day that laura brannigan died was the best chance i had to take it all back and start anew. including bringing my girlfriend by on a regular basis, as a gesture of normalcy and non-aggression. you know, just something nice and in the middle somewhere. and more to the point, you would think that i'd be able to come up with something charming to say that's more inviting than "how's it going?", but less pointy than "you'll live in my basement and drink from this bowl, and eat from this bucket, and no one will know". at least i get to walk away.īut all these obstacles can be refuted systematically and empirically as causes for my failure. she's a captive participant behind the register, in this cat and mouse game of "make me uncomfortable", and that can't sit well with her either. she's probably a lesbian (as in "he probably won't have enough electoral votes").
she's still sleepy at 8am or so (which i mistake EVERY TIME for the look of smokey disinterest). true, there are a number of things going against me here. and i should be able to get her attention, since i see and talk to her almost every morning, exchanging money for coffee and maybe something to eat. it's just that i want her to pay attention to me because i think she's cute. when someone tells you how much money you have to give them for your breakfast and you want so badly for what they said to be a question about you that you blurt out "i live here in town", you may as well have shown up wearing leg warmers and a crooked football helmet and said "my mom says i can be anything i want to be". Now, "i live here in town" is really not such a bad thing to tell someone in almost any context other than as a response to "$3.77". ("it", by the way, is a fire engine red travel mug, and i did steal it from my girlfriend.) Until the day laura brannigan died, there were only two successful sentences that i had ever said to her since i began going to my local grocery store/cafe almost 4 years ago: "yeh, i like the color too, but unfortunately i had to steal it from my girlfriend" and "i live here in town".Īs far as would-be pick-up lines go, the former would have scored more points, i think, had i just said "two simple unrelated ideas that speak volumes about my character and intellect colors are pretty, and i steal things".
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