I stood there in a swarm of busy singles. All searching and laughing a little too loud. Trying to be seen and trying to see without appearing to try.
"Yeah, we should do something"s and "Give me a call"s flitting around like butterflies. Landing here. Landing there. Flying away as though it was never there to begin with. The unspecial somethings that will be stressed over and analyzed later. Every nuance, every gesture under intense scrutiny.
I begin to leave. I am done being in the buzz. Then 10 feet from the door, I see him walk in. I've seen him before. Many times. He's older than me. He knows me. I am the little girl. One of his sister's little friends. He is Adonis. I keep walking to the door. I smile. He continues his course. I smile.
He smiles. Touches my shoulder and says, "Hey."
In reply I say, "Gab har be do."
He keeps walking. I am a puddle of shame by the door.
6 comments:
So funny! Now I'm curious as to the identity of said "Adonis."
did you even read my other ones?
It's because he touched your shoulder! How could he NOT KNOW?? You do NOT TOUCH Amber!
Your blog is so funny! We love the line "unspecial somethings that will be stressed over and analyzed later." That's totally how it feels!
I just love you.
I loved this one Ambs. Beautifully written.
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