Today, I was on a near head on collision with The Man. And you know what I did?
I crossed the street. To avoid him.
Relax. He didn’t see me change direction. At least, I don’t think he did. Why did I try to avoid him? Well, a couple of things have happened that have left me feeling a little, well, nervous is a good word, embarrassed? An even better one.
You see, I kind of did not mention to you all that last week, fueled by a perfect hair day (curls, in exactly the right size hanging loosely around my shoulders) and a cute outfit with the quirkiest of accessories (a beret), I decided to go to The Bar. I am not liberated enough to have a drink on my own, so I needed a reason to pass by. As I slowly walked the 15 meters from The Store to The Bar, a plan began to formulate in my mind. It should have stayed there.
See, it was still really only a blueprint of a plan when I entered. A waitress was standing right there and so I told her that I had been there the night before (Truth) and must have left my scarf behind (Lie). As I was trying to be heard over the music and the crowd, I spotted The Man at the same time that he spotted me.
He smiled. I smiled. He moved toward the end of the bar. I did the same.
We chatted while the waitress ran around trying to find my scarf. At one point, she called out “What colour is it?”
“Blue?” I said with my intonation rising to indicate a question and then I quickly lowered it to indicate fact. Because, of course I lost a scarf. And its blue. And no, I am not making any of this up as as excuse to see you. I would never do that.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the search for this ‘missing’ scarf was ending. He must have noticed too because he said, “It might show up. I’ll keep an eye out for it for you.” Despite my lack of a plan I was feeling good when I left. He seemed happy to see me. He said he would look out for my scarf. I jumped into my car, turned on the ignition, pulled out of my parking space, then at the same time slammed my breaks with my foot and my forehead with my hand.
“I should have given him my number.”
It would have been perfect. He says, “It might show up. I’ll keep an eye out for it for you.” I say, “Here’s my number, in case it does.”
Lesson? Do not underestimate the importance of a well thought-out plan when engaging with a Crush.
What does this have to do with my avoiding act on the street today? I’ll save that story for tomorrow.
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dude…that sounds like a perfect plan. why must you keep me in suspense?!
You need to give yourself credit for thinking of that brilliant plan. Really, I would have loitered outside for half an hour trying to figure out what to say, and he would have noticed me by then.
Don’t worry, you are obviously very smart, and you’ll think of another perfectly reasonable excuse to waltz right in there – and this time, you WILL give him your number!!
yea that is a perfect plan! you didnt stay too long to make it obvious…I wish you gave him your number!!
Cant wait to find out what happens…
A cliffhanger? Oh boy…
Girl, you love keeping us in suspense, don’t you!?
I would have done the SAME thing! Hey, at least you chatted with him, and he saw you on a good hair day (which any girl knows is KEY!). Maybe next time you could say something cute about the scarf/number situation. How you realized you should have given him your number in case it turned up, and hell, why not give it to him now anyway?
You are a tease. A total tease.
That did have the makings of a very good plan.
Shoulder length curls and a beret? How could you NOT want to share that.
that’s something I would have done… forget to give him my number… and having a palm on the forehead duh! moment…
It’s hard to get all of the script down when you’re playing out a scene with a crush – hang in there!
ah! sometimes perfect opportunities fall right between our fingers. cute boys will do that to your brain… turn it to mush. ;)
You always leave me wondering, girl!
And there’s nothing like a well planned story to run into a crush. Or a well-timed leave behind as an excuse to go see him. Or a well-timed great hair day as a reason to make up a well planned story about a fictional well timed leave behind. I just adore you!
Oh Hope, you’ve left us all hanging! I love your plan to go talk to him though, and although the phone number thing came to you afterwards, you still got to see him and he saw you and you chatted. You’re on his mind now…
Considering you keep bumping into the Man… it is a great motivater to wake up every morning and get dressed and look amazing, so that everytime you ‘bump’ into him, he thinks daaammmnnnn kitten!
I think next time you see him keep walking towards him and while you exchange your hi’s..throw in quickly a ” are you following me?” hahahaaa and laugh and flip your hair ;)))
aw.. you had the same kind of moment i had the other day. perfect opportunity. wasted. 2 minuges 2 late, eh?
cliffhanger! not fair!!
cliffhanger! not fair!!
Also, it is tomorrow, and you are at least 7 hours ahead of us here in the States, so where is part 2?? Ooooh, you torment me….
Okay, I wish I read this part first.
You are one crafty lady!! ;)
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That reminds me so much of crushes I’ve had. There was this one time, I would literally give myself excuses to change my path to walk to my class so I could just “happen” to run into the guy i liked. Completely accidental, of course. ;)