Post by monkeyking on Jul 29, 2011 10:46:27 GMT -5
Sorry I have to tell you this here because I do not trust Facebook, and I had rather you not bring this up directly on facebook too.
Here is my morning described:
I missed my bus. As I sat down on the bench thinking about the minutes I had wasted that morning that made me miss the bus I decided to make the best of it because I have a good attitude. The next bus cam late and it was full so I had to squeeze in between two young women, luckily the AC was on so I was not going to get too sweaty I hopes. As the bus bounced down its 10-minute route to town the young woman beside me would laugh like she was listening to a funny thing on the radio. I was so self-conscious of not sweating on her that I did look at her, if I had I would have noticed no ear buds, no MPS3 player, and nothing on her person like a joke book.
In the last three minutes of the ride the woman turns to me an asks, “Are you a doctor?”
“No, I’m a librarian” I say turning to here and noticing for the first time she is in her mid-20, slim, beautiful, and weaning a Wonder Woman tee-shirt. Noticing this does not make me happy, I did the math: I am a six and she is a solid 8, so she is out of my league. Okay, I lied, I might be a five.
When I say librarian she pauses and say, “Oh that is… interesting. Where do you work?”
“The Atheneum, err the Nantucket Atheneum…in town” I say.
[Puzzlement] “That’s the name, Atha…knee.ham?”
“Yes, it is in town. It is in the middle of town. The big white building…” I say knowing I sound stupid and desperate like I am downing She is so attractive and that is making me bumble.
“Will the bus drop you off there,” he asks? [Now I know she is not from around Nantucket because the buses stop a central point just outside of town.]
“No, I get off at the last stop and walk” I say.
“Can I follow you there?” she asks.
I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I SAID? I must have said yes. To be honest I figured that would be the end of it. We walked over and I might have said all of three words to here as she followed me. When the library came into full view, I turned and spread my arms to encompass the building, and said, “This is the library, but it doesn’t open until 10 AM.”
“Do you want to get a cup of coffee” she asks?
My minds at this point likely resembled a cloud of plasma discharging from a super nova: i. e. mind blown. However, I manage to say, “Sure, I was just about to get a cup of coffee at The Bean”. I try to ask her what she does and she says personal chef. I ask her how long she has done that and she demurs saying “Enough about me.” She then proceeds to ask me what books I like. She tells me she likes fantasy. She asks "What my favorite author is now? Moreover, for all my answers, she says very encoungaing things, but I get the feeling she is not ‘all there’.
For some answers I give she says, “That’s hot.” For others she seems to switch topics and talk about relationships. As you can imagine vey buzzer and bell is going off in my head. Nevertheless, mostly I am thinking, “Wow, what a pretty girl and she has Aspersers or something and that must be tough.” But I am also resolved to NOT run away. She’s harmless I figure and to be honest I want to help her even if it is just having a nice cup of coffee with someone who will just let her talk and let her be herself.
When we get to the coffee shop I ask what she wants, but then a female college from work who wants a cup of coffee too interrupts me. My co-work had not seen I was talking to my newfound friend, but she is now committed. My co-works have shoved money in my hand, and asked for a small coffee. Now, I have two woman who I have to juggle in a conversation. I do not know the young woman’s name. I do not really know how to introduce them, but I try to do it poorly. In other words, imagine the most embarrassing situation to the power of 10. I order three coffees, pay for them, hand them out, and give back the money to my co-worker. We all prepare our coffees in silence. I feel three feet tall, but my co-worker exists quickly. And, that allows me to focus on the young woman, and I ask “Would you like to sit down.”
“Yes.” [she pauses] I think we need a book to sit down”, she demurs.
“Oh, what book” I ask sensing that I don’t want to know the answer.
“’How to Create a Magical Relationship’ by Kane” she says with a seriousness and playfulness that leaves me speechless. She then says, “Oh but the library is closed” which gives me time.
I say, “Well, let’s sit anyway.” So now, I am sure that she is different. But I can also see she is trying, but what she is trying to say is hard for me to decipher. I am a horn-dog, meaning I LIKE women very much, but I cannot say I am very talent at talking to women when I like them. This woman is VERY attractive, she is saying oddly forward things to someone she just met, and I am totally out of my element. So I choose a table, and we sit. And then I try to ask her more questions about herself. She mostly says, “I don’t know.”
However, she asks me questions like, “Equestrian…?”
To which I say, “Riding horses…like horseback riding? [stalling for time because she is just looking at me] “I rode horses when I was a child…it was fun.”
She says, “What would you do with a giraffe?”
I say, “What would you DO with a giraffe?” and I can see she likes that question.
“Ride it, I would ride a giraffe!” she says beaming a smile.
“I would ride a giraffe too. I couldn’t think of anything else that would be better than to ride a giraffe” I say and again I KNOW that was the right answer because she is beaming with excitement as if she just discovered someone who speak her language. That makes me happy. For some reason that ability to make this girl happy seems very important to me. But when I ask her questions she looks down more often than not, I can see she struggles with questions about work, or her life, or where she used to live. For the questions of where she lives she says ‘Greenfield’ when asked where that is she says she does not know, but then says, “Greenfield Nantucket” which is not a place as far as I know. She is a puzzle
Sadly, I then had to leave for a meeting with my boss. SO I made my apologies and explained that as I had said before I needed to go to a meeting, but I really hoped she would come to the library. I said, “I’d really like to see you when you come to the library when it opens at 10 AM.” Then I left because I had to go. I will admit part of me was saying, “Good I actually do have to leave” and part of me was saying, “Damn it I really like this very strange women.”
But now all I can think about is, “THANK GOD I MISSED THE DAMN BUS!” That and with a lot of sadness, “Where is she?” because it is 11:30AM and I have not seen her. :-(
Here is my morning described:
I missed my bus. As I sat down on the bench thinking about the minutes I had wasted that morning that made me miss the bus I decided to make the best of it because I have a good attitude. The next bus cam late and it was full so I had to squeeze in between two young women, luckily the AC was on so I was not going to get too sweaty I hopes. As the bus bounced down its 10-minute route to town the young woman beside me would laugh like she was listening to a funny thing on the radio. I was so self-conscious of not sweating on her that I did look at her, if I had I would have noticed no ear buds, no MPS3 player, and nothing on her person like a joke book.
In the last three minutes of the ride the woman turns to me an asks, “Are you a doctor?”
“No, I’m a librarian” I say turning to here and noticing for the first time she is in her mid-20, slim, beautiful, and weaning a Wonder Woman tee-shirt. Noticing this does not make me happy, I did the math: I am a six and she is a solid 8, so she is out of my league. Okay, I lied, I might be a five.
When I say librarian she pauses and say, “Oh that is… interesting. Where do you work?”
“The Atheneum, err the Nantucket Atheneum…in town” I say.
[Puzzlement] “That’s the name, Atha…knee.ham?”
“Yes, it is in town. It is in the middle of town. The big white building…” I say knowing I sound stupid and desperate like I am downing She is so attractive and that is making me bumble.
“Will the bus drop you off there,” he asks? [Now I know she is not from around Nantucket because the buses stop a central point just outside of town.]
“No, I get off at the last stop and walk” I say.
“Can I follow you there?” she asks.
I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I SAID? I must have said yes. To be honest I figured that would be the end of it. We walked over and I might have said all of three words to here as she followed me. When the library came into full view, I turned and spread my arms to encompass the building, and said, “This is the library, but it doesn’t open until 10 AM.”
“Do you want to get a cup of coffee” she asks?
My minds at this point likely resembled a cloud of plasma discharging from a super nova: i. e. mind blown. However, I manage to say, “Sure, I was just about to get a cup of coffee at The Bean”. I try to ask her what she does and she says personal chef. I ask her how long she has done that and she demurs saying “Enough about me.” She then proceeds to ask me what books I like. She tells me she likes fantasy. She asks "What my favorite author is now? Moreover, for all my answers, she says very encoungaing things, but I get the feeling she is not ‘all there’.
For some answers I give she says, “That’s hot.” For others she seems to switch topics and talk about relationships. As you can imagine vey buzzer and bell is going off in my head. Nevertheless, mostly I am thinking, “Wow, what a pretty girl and she has Aspersers or something and that must be tough.” But I am also resolved to NOT run away. She’s harmless I figure and to be honest I want to help her even if it is just having a nice cup of coffee with someone who will just let her talk and let her be herself.
When we get to the coffee shop I ask what she wants, but then a female college from work who wants a cup of coffee too interrupts me. My co-work had not seen I was talking to my newfound friend, but she is now committed. My co-works have shoved money in my hand, and asked for a small coffee. Now, I have two woman who I have to juggle in a conversation. I do not know the young woman’s name. I do not really know how to introduce them, but I try to do it poorly. In other words, imagine the most embarrassing situation to the power of 10. I order three coffees, pay for them, hand them out, and give back the money to my co-worker. We all prepare our coffees in silence. I feel three feet tall, but my co-worker exists quickly. And, that allows me to focus on the young woman, and I ask “Would you like to sit down.”
“Yes.” [she pauses] I think we need a book to sit down”, she demurs.
“Oh, what book” I ask sensing that I don’t want to know the answer.
“’How to Create a Magical Relationship’ by Kane” she says with a seriousness and playfulness that leaves me speechless. She then says, “Oh but the library is closed” which gives me time.
I say, “Well, let’s sit anyway.” So now, I am sure that she is different. But I can also see she is trying, but what she is trying to say is hard for me to decipher. I am a horn-dog, meaning I LIKE women very much, but I cannot say I am very talent at talking to women when I like them. This woman is VERY attractive, she is saying oddly forward things to someone she just met, and I am totally out of my element. So I choose a table, and we sit. And then I try to ask her more questions about herself. She mostly says, “I don’t know.”
However, she asks me questions like, “Equestrian…?”
To which I say, “Riding horses…like horseback riding? [stalling for time because she is just looking at me] “I rode horses when I was a child…it was fun.”
She says, “What would you do with a giraffe?”
I say, “What would you DO with a giraffe?” and I can see she likes that question.
“Ride it, I would ride a giraffe!” she says beaming a smile.
“I would ride a giraffe too. I couldn’t think of anything else that would be better than to ride a giraffe” I say and again I KNOW that was the right answer because she is beaming with excitement as if she just discovered someone who speak her language. That makes me happy. For some reason that ability to make this girl happy seems very important to me. But when I ask her questions she looks down more often than not, I can see she struggles with questions about work, or her life, or where she used to live. For the questions of where she lives she says ‘Greenfield’ when asked where that is she says she does not know, but then says, “Greenfield Nantucket” which is not a place as far as I know. She is a puzzle
Sadly, I then had to leave for a meeting with my boss. SO I made my apologies and explained that as I had said before I needed to go to a meeting, but I really hoped she would come to the library. I said, “I’d really like to see you when you come to the library when it opens at 10 AM.” Then I left because I had to go. I will admit part of me was saying, “Good I actually do have to leave” and part of me was saying, “Damn it I really like this very strange women.”
But now all I can think about is, “THANK GOD I MISSED THE DAMN BUS!” That and with a lot of sadness, “Where is she?” because it is 11:30AM and I have not seen her. :-(