It’s strange, how life always has just one more googly to lob at you. On Sunday, I met this fantastically beautiful woman (‘May all the beautiful women grow a pimple’), and on Monday, I was abruptly brought crashing down to earth when I found out that she had a boyfriend. Life’s like that, I suppose. As I said though – life found a way to do it again. Yesterday was the Germany – Italy match. Ordinarily, not something to get unduly excited about, even if it WAS a semifinal match up in this year’s World Cup. As you may have guessed, though, that wasn’t the important bit of the evening.
Shut up, Moose. No need to get condescending, even if you know me well enough to have figured it out. Yes, it was another woman.
This one was eye catching right from the beginning. Remarkably pretty, interestingly interesting perspective on life, and beautiful eyes. No, I really mean it. Her best feature by a long shot, and that’s saying something. Anyway, so I spent a bit of time getting to know her, was hauled away by another friend of mine, who claimed that I was making it too obvious, and that I was a terrible flirt (sadly, she’s right. When it comes to flirting, I’ve got all the skills of a one eyed, three fingered man trying to juggle hot coals while walking across a suspension bridge in a moderate crosswind). That, as you might imagine, put a bit of a crimp in my plans, but worry not, I was back at it before the match started – well, sort of, anyway, what with one thing and another, didn’t really get to spend much time. Then, though, came the kicker. She’d been fiddling with her phone for some time, getting irritated with it, cursing at it, generally getting fed up with the whole deal. Ladies and Gentlemen, take a shot at it. Who do you think she was trying to call? Her boyfriend, in Nairobi, whose birthday it was.
Now two weeks ago, something like this happening twice in a row would have gotten me solidly moody, and would’ve had me mooching about the place grumbling darkly about the world trying to get me. Now, for some reason, I find it intensely funny (not the fact that I didn’t get the girl, which sucks. She’s quite something), but the fact that I could’ve met two really, really pretty women, who, more importantly, are as interesting as fuck, within two days of each other – cause whichever way you slice it, I now have two intensely hot female friends. Who, with any luck, will introduce me to their intensely hot female friends? Or maybe one of them will become single soon. Something, at any rate.
I guess the difference is that now I have hope.
Look into the abyss, and sometimes, just sometimes – the abyss looks back.
Shut up, Moose. No need to get condescending, even if you know me well enough to have figured it out. Yes, it was another woman.
This one was eye catching right from the beginning. Remarkably pretty, interestingly interesting perspective on life, and beautiful eyes. No, I really mean it. Her best feature by a long shot, and that’s saying something. Anyway, so I spent a bit of time getting to know her, was hauled away by another friend of mine, who claimed that I was making it too obvious, and that I was a terrible flirt (sadly, she’s right. When it comes to flirting, I’ve got all the skills of a one eyed, three fingered man trying to juggle hot coals while walking across a suspension bridge in a moderate crosswind). That, as you might imagine, put a bit of a crimp in my plans, but worry not, I was back at it before the match started – well, sort of, anyway, what with one thing and another, didn’t really get to spend much time. Then, though, came the kicker. She’d been fiddling with her phone for some time, getting irritated with it, cursing at it, generally getting fed up with the whole deal. Ladies and Gentlemen, take a shot at it. Who do you think she was trying to call? Her boyfriend, in Nairobi, whose birthday it was.
Now two weeks ago, something like this happening twice in a row would have gotten me solidly moody, and would’ve had me mooching about the place grumbling darkly about the world trying to get me. Now, for some reason, I find it intensely funny (not the fact that I didn’t get the girl, which sucks. She’s quite something), but the fact that I could’ve met two really, really pretty women, who, more importantly, are as interesting as fuck, within two days of each other – cause whichever way you slice it, I now have two intensely hot female friends. Who, with any luck, will introduce me to their intensely hot female friends? Or maybe one of them will become single soon. Something, at any rate.
I guess the difference is that now I have hope.
Look into the abyss, and sometimes, just sometimes – the abyss looks back.
2 comments:
In your case the Abyss is sticking out its tongue and doing the chicken dance.
Sticking out your tongue is an optional extra in the birdie dance, yes.
But no, it was...well. It was.
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