Beautiful Day
Pardon the mush, but damn it I have to write this down somewhere:
SCENE: Ext. Sunny August Friday.
Pan down from blue sky.
What a lovely day. Zipping down the 101 listening to U2; sipping some piping hot coffee; thinking about HER.
Work is work is work.
What a beautiful afternoon. Lunch was In-N-Out burgers with far-flung relatives on a rare visit. Then a small mountain of Coldstone ice cream, topped with a blanket of M&Ms. The sun looked down upon us with favor.
And yet.
And yet, I remain abuzz, aflame, aglow. SHE has captured my attentions and my thoughts, and I fear she -- not knowing her reach -- may never let go.
Let's see what I like about her...
No felonies. Check.
No psycho ex-boyfriends. Check. I think.
A smile that makes me smile.
A heart as big as the ocean. I think. No, I'm certain of it.
Longish hair. Nothing fancy. That's hot.
Short fingernails. Athletic gal. That's cool.
She is about the most aggressive girl ever.
She is about the most passive-looking girl ever.
Her contradictions (in my mind) mystify me, and riddles have always intrigued me.
She forces me to reconsider my prejudice against certain types of girls.
Well, I shall have to find a way to see her more often. I pray that this isn't just a passing infatuation.
I can't let her get away...
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Let's see if another baseball game (Giants vs. Reds) tonight clears my head. This is getting fierce.
