| It was the perfect pickup. The night was hot and the air was heavy with cloying scents wafting from the circling females. The smell was confusion. At every turn a smile an a cold shoulder. Girls, both sultry and frosty, like volcanoes covered in ice.
But I was already caught in those eyes, those big brown eyes, twinkling in the fake candlelight of the lamps on the bar. A pure white dress, silky brown hair, a smooth latino's tan. There she was, sitting alone, and yet somehow the drawing everything to her, surrounded by groups of intoxicated men, pretending to ignore her, trying so hard not to acknowledge this beautiful creature
Suddenly I was there, my eyes locked into hers. Words were pouring out my mouth but neither of us heard them, locked in the moment as we were. Silence now, and she parted her lips, a milimetre, no more, and my heart pounded.
Now noise. Dammit. Just a dream. My legs, somehow drunk without the rest of me, stumble, as I force my eyelids open and slam my hand on that cursed alarm clock. Today was the day. I start today. My life starts today. But the thought of talking to strangers seems so much more...horrifying, in the cold light of 6am. Horrifying? Yes, I think would be an apt description.
So this is where it begins. I said I'd talk to the first woman I saw. Promises are easy to make when you can leave them till tomorrow. Stony faced commuters storm past as I enter the tube station. Not a friendly SPAM. Im almost relieved I havent seen one yet, but of course I'd never admit that to myself.
But my luck has changed for the better...I guess. There's a girl right there. The floor Im walking on seems to have taken the liberty of donating a lump of grey concrete into my abdomen. Fuck it. Hakuna matata. I quickly start up a conversation with my friend and waltz past without giving her a second glance. Oh, but I happen to turn back, just spontaneously, you know.
"Hey, I need a girl's opinion on something. Me and my mate were just having an argument about who lies more, men or women. Hurry now, or you'll make me miss my train"
I actually crack myself up with how easily that spilled out of me, not out loud of course. Im laughing so much in my own head I dont hear what she says, but at least she's smiling.
"Oh really? Because I have a theory. I reckon men lie more"
She looks smug.
"But men tell little lies like -Wait for me, I'm just five minutes away, when you know you're really more like half an hour away-, right?"
She laughs. She has fangs and a nice sounding laugh. It'll do for practice
"But women tell lies like - It's your baby!-" Thank you Chris Rock, for so many jokes. I'm standing on the shoulders of giants. Probably not what Einstein meant by that comment though. She laughs some more. Im beginning to like the sound, but I hope she doesnt try to drink my blood.
"I just noticed...don't worry about it" I turn away
"What?" The hook. It feels good. This is my gold star, my first kiss, my new car. This is success.
"I bet the people who know you best can tell what you're thinking, even if you're trying to hide it. I bet your mum can tell when you're down, even when you're trying to be cheery, right?"
"Why do you say that?"
"You have these big expressive eyes. You look down and into the corner when you're thinking. Most people who look down that way are in touch with their emotions. Sometimes so much that they can't hide their feelings all the time"
Oh god. Now Im just bullshitting. Im on a wing and an empty prayer book. Silence. I've fucked it up
"That's amazing. I'd never even thought about that before"
Holy shit
"Dude, trains here, we gotta go"
"Well, see ya" she smiles with her mouth but her eyes are wide open. Almost hungry. Maybe she does want to drink my blood...
"Nah, that's not good enough. You can at least thank me for making your otherwise dull morning interesting". I point at my cheek. She goes for it. Amazing
"I meant say thank you! Jesus, any excuse!" She laughs again. I pull out my phone. Its gonna be a good morning.
"So, what's your name?"
"Just call me...Crash"
"Come on man, the doors are closing!". My friend pulls on my arm. Fuck. Cut down so close. I need a wing
Epilogue
Sorry for being so long winded, I just like to write. Really, I'm looking for a wing to hang out with and practice with. I'd be ecstatic to meet some more people from the community, if only to broaden my horizons a little. All this is new to me, but I'm as eager as a three year old with a bucket of sand and a teachers handbag to empty it into. I'm based in London, so if anyones around, just call me Crash.
Peace
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