Hello, I know this post is after a really loooong time but yeah... I just wrote this last night after coming from Play... I plan to continue it in other posts... But yeah..! =)
Sadly, she didn’t fancy me, well at least not as much as I fancied her. But who cares, it’s not like I’m crazy about her or anything; or her long, flow-y hair or even her dark eyes for that matter. She was she and I was just me, the lonely, stupid, ugly girl who no one took notice of. Well, she didn’t; the one person who should have taken notice. I don’t think I could have made it anymore obvious that I had a thing for her. She knew I looked at her, she knew I admired her; only thing was why it was so hard for her to accept… Anything.
I can’t dance and it’s not like I have two left feet, I have four. And she was amazing, and amazing means she could do five pirouettes WITHOUT falling all over the place. And she had the smile of a toothpaste model (or maybe even better) and she was the sweetest thing anyone could have laid eyes on. She was soft spoken, well mannered and just so god-damn-it nice. She was shy, conservative and considerate; those were most of the things I liked about her. The rest were pretty much her hips, her amazingly strong legs and her hands. Her hands were the prettiest, perfectest, nicest and amazingest ever. They way she moved them could make you watch them for ages without getting distracted.
“Come on, you know you can do it. Just squeeze your inner thighs.” And then she’d place her hands over my thighs and squeeze them shut. But that wasn’t all; she also liked her hips to be observed very carefully. “Why are you not looking at what I am doing with my hips? LOOK!!! Copy me or at least try to get somewhat of what I’m doing.” Like I could copy her with my four feet.
“Hey, do you play any instrument or sing or know someone else who does?” She asked me one day. “Yeah, I play the guitar and keyboard. And sing a bit. Why?” “A bunch of us are forming a band and we only got drummer, bassist and lead. Would you like to join us?” “Would I? It would be effing crazy man. I’d love to. When do you want me to audition?” “Are you free next Saturday? Cool.” And that was the first time I saw her outside the studio, in her tight-ass jeans. Wow, I don’t think anyone’s hips could have looked better.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. “Like what? You were looking at me so I looked at you. Simple.” “No, I wasn’t looking at you.” Then how did you know I was looking at you?” and I stuck my tongue out. Yeah, I was like that, I did the annoying bit. Like kindergarten boys tugging on the girl’s hair. Wow, I took pride in being a little mature and a good listener but it turns out, I’m deaf in my left ear and probably not that mature.
