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sunshinemiss -> RE: I love it when..... (10/1/2009 9:38:43 AM)
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must ha been my little alien walrus face....
So, did I tell you about the time I was totally crushing on this guy who worked at Borders? He was this 20 something, tattooed, tiny little guy, long blond hair, adhd, frenetic dude. I used to do my whole Harriet the Spy routine and go in there, sneak a peek from around the book stacks. I'd stand in the magazine section sometimes, my eyes slowly lifting up over GQ or Mirabella to watch him, eyes darting until I was dizzy with his movement. I must have had 50 cups of coffee in that store every week just so I could hold it in front of my face while I surreptitiously watched him from my vantage point on the second floor.
I'd call my niece and tell her I was being Harriet the Spy, and she started going in and watching him too. *I see the allure* she'd say... but he did nothing for her. It was one of those things. I would watch him with absolutely no interest in meeting him. He just intrigued me. Loved looking at the tattoos on the insides of his arms... from afar. I never once talked to him or got near him. I always imagined he smelled like patchouli. And I imagine he drank his coffee black, secretly completed crossword puzzles in ink, and listened to punk music through headphones. He was a night time showerer, went to bed with his hair damp, Indian saris were his curtains, thrown over a dowel. He ate muesli and tried to be a vegan but just couldn't get past a good Philly cheesesteak. He smoked. Cigarettes - but only let himself have 3 or 4 a day. And he chewed his pens when he was thinking really hard.
I would have hated to find out my fantasy was wrong. He was perfect just as he was... in my mind.
then the bastard cut his hair and reality came crashing down.... on my head.
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