Band of Horses provides the soundtrack this week. The cold weather is here, I'm sort of here. This is my first post. I enjoy the cold weather although it makes for loneliness beyond belief. While riding the N train this morning, I spotted this girl wearing colored tights. She had a very approachable look about her. She was very cute. We were standing rather close to each other holding on to the same pole. Her hand was pretty close to mine. I had the song "Wicked Gil" playing on my iPod, and the chorus made me feel quite giddy. She had shortish brown wavy hair, and a cute little button face. While she was sipping her holiday coffee, our eyes met. She appeared to be awoken at that moment. I felt it in my stomach, or perhaps I felt the beer from last night. Regardless, it was a nice feeling. Warmth.
I really wanted to at least tell the girl that I liked her white muffin-esque hat, or that I thought she was the sunshine of my hung-over morning. I was scared, mostly of rejection of course. I even envisioned her and I walking blissfully in Manhattan during the winter time, devouring each other in affectionate romance. Her eyes were inviting, and I wanted to attend. For some reason I thought that she'd be on the train longer, and that we would wind up sitting next to each other at least. It would have made things a lot easier. As the Lexington ave station approached, I felt like she was going to get off. I thought to myself that I would obviously not talk to her, and she's definitely getting off the train.
Low and behold, she got off the train at Lexington and was gone. I stayed on the train headed to Prince Street where my fabulous job awaits. I say fabulous because I work for an underwear company, and speak to people about their breasts and bong thongs all day long. It's weird, but it's money. The piano is where I want to be right now though. I'd like to sit at the piano and just think of my most likely one-sided encounter, while pushing the keys of contention. A song would come out and I know I'd evoke the yearning mood I'm feeling. It would be the mood of someone who sees something in someone, regardless of if they see it back or not.
I feel like she might live somewhere close to me in Astoria because she got on at my stop. I'm hoping she does because I'd like to see her again. I'd like to have my day made by her non-intimidating beauty again.
