the mean reds vs. the blues.........
Today there was a moment in my life very reminiscent of a scene from a movie.
There I was in the museum, taking in all the beautiful around me, when I turn the corner and there he was. The one who I had let myself be slightly enamored with for the past few weeks.
Not knowing what to do I jumped back behind the safety of my corner to take a breath and a minute to get my head together. A quick peak around the corner revealed he was no longer there, presumably having gone into the next gallery room.
My next move would have to be strategic. I stayed put in the room I was in, knowing that would be the next he would grace. As I read the captions and admired the pieces, I heard footsteps coming up the ramp into the place where I stood. In my head various scenarios swirled. Most of them involving us striking up a casual conversation and touring the remainder of the place together, as sort of an impromptu date.
Then, as he came closer, I noticed the figure with him. Tall, thin, and pretty, with his arm casually but lovingly around her waist.
My thoughts were quickly scattered at the addition of this new piece of information. I quickly made a graceful exit before I could be well seen and recognized, and could not help but think of what a hopeful idiot I had been. Things like that really do only ever work out in the movies.
The rest of my afternoon there was spent gazing in awe at the masterpieces around me while trying to stealthy avoid the boy and his girl.
Feeling a little down and a bit sad, I decided to visit Tiffany's. After all, as Holly Golightly once said " Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there."
Unfortunately for me it was closed.
Looks like it just isn't my day.
There I was in the museum, taking in all the beautiful around me, when I turn the corner and there he was. The one who I had let myself be slightly enamored with for the past few weeks.
Not knowing what to do I jumped back behind the safety of my corner to take a breath and a minute to get my head together. A quick peak around the corner revealed he was no longer there, presumably having gone into the next gallery room.
My next move would have to be strategic. I stayed put in the room I was in, knowing that would be the next he would grace. As I read the captions and admired the pieces, I heard footsteps coming up the ramp into the place where I stood. In my head various scenarios swirled. Most of them involving us striking up a casual conversation and touring the remainder of the place together, as sort of an impromptu date.
Then, as he came closer, I noticed the figure with him. Tall, thin, and pretty, with his arm casually but lovingly around her waist.
My thoughts were quickly scattered at the addition of this new piece of information. I quickly made a graceful exit before I could be well seen and recognized, and could not help but think of what a hopeful idiot I had been. Things like that really do only ever work out in the movies.
The rest of my afternoon there was spent gazing in awe at the masterpieces around me while trying to stealthy avoid the boy and his girl.
Feeling a little down and a bit sad, I decided to visit Tiffany's. After all, as Holly Golightly once said " Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there."
Unfortunately for me it was closed.
Looks like it just isn't my day.
posted by me @ 6:02 PM
