Snippets from Friday Night, part 2
Published by charming, but single on 12.11.2006 at 12/11/2006 12:53:00 PM.
"That guy, sitting behind you, is cute," I told my married friend. We'd settled into a table and in the group sitting nearby was a guy I'd spotted at the crowded bar earlier. He was most decidedly my physical type, which is so certain that my friends could point to the men I'm checking out at any given moment in any given situation. He was tall, broad-shouldered and stocky with dark hair.
She glanced over her shoulder and spied an older man. I shook my head no and talked her through the crowd until her gaze landed on the gentleman of the hour.
She nodded in agreement as I straightened up in my chair and coyly played with a section of my hair, trying to casually make eye contact and draw his attention.
A few minutes into this game of me silently willing him to notice me — a technique that I have much hope for, though it has been largely unsuccessful thus far — he stood up and left his table. As he walked by, my friend's husband leaned over to me and interrupted my thoughts, which at this point consisted of if I could trip this guy and make it look like an accident so that he would notice me and fall madly in love.
"See that guy walking by?"
"Yes …" I answered, planning to continue with, "Isn't he hot!"
My friend's husband interrupted me, "That guy, he is a total ASS."
I slumped back into my seat and shook my head, my dreams of innocent injury causing love halted by cruel reality.
"Of course he is."
