March 22, 2002
Person Watching
I saw the perfect man last night.
I'm serious. He was absolutely my type. I got to Borders a few minutes ahead of Julie last night, and while I was setting up my laptop, I noticed a guy two tables over, sitting alone and reading. Although he was sitting down, he looked tall. He was a big guy -- he'd probably call himself fat and be unhappy about it, but I'm a sucker for a guy who looks cuddly, and he looked cuddly. It was the hair that really caught my attention. His hair was dark brown, and just long enough to fall into his eyes while he read, and to spill over the back of his neck. It was glossy under the fluorescent lights, and looked baby fine and soft -- another weakness of mine. He wore glasses, and whatever he was reading (I'm betting it was something sci-fi, but I couldn't get a look at the cover), he was making him smile to himself.
I studied him surreptitiously while I busied myself opening Word documents on my computer. He had the hands of a musician or an artist: long fingers, very pale skin, almost delicate looking. He had an air of gentleness, but in my mind I gave him a wicked sense of humor, and a sharp mind. In those few moments, I created an entire persona for him, and developed a mountain-sized crush on that persona. Then he stood up, confirming the height I'd suspected at first. I tried to will him to look my way so I could smile at him. For a few wild blue-sky moments I actually considered getting up and walking over to his table.
Then my wimpy self-esteem started muttering and whining in my head, so I didn't do anything but watch him read. When Julie arrived, I almost pointed him out to her, but I didn't even have the nerve to do that. I tried to keep an eye on him, but once I looked over and he was gone. I felt oddly bereft. I spent the rest of the evening peeking around the bookstore to see if maybe he would come back.
He never did. Posted by Lisa at March 22, 2002 10:08 AM
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