something real unreal
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maybe i met someone recently and decided to write about them. someone different. someone interesting. someone beautiful. someone intriguing. someone i never really got to know. someone...........someone.
maybe.
maybe it was fun to experience.
maybe it was fun to write about.
maybe it was fun to think about.
maybe it will be fun to read.
maybe.
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she’s introduced to you through a friend early one night at the bar. this was last week, this was the week before, this was some week ago, sometime. you see your friend wave to someone on the dance floor and now she’s making her way over towards you. you’re barely half a beer into the night so you’re nervous as hell. but you see this woman across the dance floor making her way towards you and your friend. amazed is you because this woman is more than just stunning. not, oh-my-got-did-i-just-see-her-in-maxim-last-month kind of sexy, but more like oh-my-god-did-i-just-die-and-go-to-heaven kind of beautiful. she’s walking toward you and has got this smile on her face and now you can’t help yourself from smiling back at her, regardless of the fact that you don’t even know her yet.
she’s going to be introduced to you in less than 5 seconds now. panicking is you.
you know what its like when you’re standing there waiting to be introduced and you’re nervous as shit because she’s beautiful and cool and how could you be so lucky to be shaking her hand in the very near future? how this introduction could just make your day? how lucky you’ll feel just to say hello to her and give her a smile, hoping for one of her own in return? how your voice shakes and your palms are sweating and you dance back and forth from foot to foot and constantly suck on your beer to take away from the nervousness? how you finally tell her your name and get to touch her hand for a brief moment and lock eyes while smiling from ear to ear?
but the moment goes by SO fast and seconds later she’s turning to meet someone else or go back to the dance floor and you wish for all the world that you could stop time and just stare at her smile, just rewind 4 seconds to your introduction and pause for an hour to soak-in her beauty. all you could wish for is her smile once more, her smile, at you.
so what do you do now? how can the night be saved? and wouldn’t it just be easier to forget about her right here, right now? wouldn’t that save eventual heartbreak?
no.
silly.
heartbreak slipped onto your agenda today without you knowing.
i’ve definitely met beautiful women before. i think. but when she comes back to talk to me an hour later i just don’t know what to do. she’s still 10 feet away from me and i’m just sitting there smiling at her.
i’m sitting.
i’m staring.
i’m smiling.
and she’s not even looking at me.
but now she has caught my eyes and thinks maybe she should come over and talk, or worse, ask me to dance. i have just seconds to remind myself that i can’t, i don’t, i just won’t dance. it turns out she just wants to talk. she can tell i’m the nervous and shy type, at least i hope. this, or she knows i’m absorbed in her beauty and she just wants to watch me, watch her.
and i’m not sure what we talked about, all i know is that it lasted about 5 minutes. i’m not even sure i was able to say a word and wouldn’t be surprised if i didn’t. i do remember perking up quite a bit when i heard, or thought i heard the word dance. i don’t even know if she was asking me but just to play it safe i blurted out “i don’t dance.” sure you can, i’ll show you she said. and i’m probably lying or dreaming here but maybe she kind of grabs my arm and starts putting it around her waist and smiling up at me real seductively. and i kind of lean down and whisper something in her ear and maybe my heart skips a few beats and i hold my breath as i do this and as i move her hair away from her ear maybe i’m sighing as i smell the shampoo she uses and i’m floating and laughing and smiling because i’ve definitely reached an incredible moment.
now pretend this has never happened to you and you’re oblivious of how to really act and respond and use caution and reality to your advantage. i’m trapped. i am under her power and will do anything she says. only i won’t dance.
so instead we stay there and i probably tell her some boring story about what i do and where i’m from and how i know so-and-so, and then she might have told me how she knows so-and-so from such-and-such. then we no doubt ran out of things to say, which i guess was fine with me because i could concentrate on just being able to stare at her. obviously this is when the awkwardness started. smooth was not me. possible topics of conversation were not popping into my head and she was probably growing a bit anxious to drop me and head back to the dance floor. but then my brain actually starts to function and i pick up on something and know enough to actually act on it:
“um, you don’t have a drink”
“would you mind getting me a drink?”
and now i’m floating, i’m on cloud nine because she’s all smiling seductively again at me as she asks me and i’m ready to do practically anything for her and can’t wait to actually buy her a drink. i think to myself that this could be the coolest thing in the world. and am i crazy? do normal people get this excited over buying beautiful women drinks?
but while you’re getting the drinks you think to yourself how much more appropriate shooting yourself in the head would be because that’s the only sensible thing to do when someone that pretty asks you to dance and you say no. but then you remember who owns the bar and who would have to clean up the mess. that or you look back to her and she’s smiling again and you just can’t turn away from it, even when the bartender is tapping your shoulder and shouting for money.
so maybe the night goes on and you watch her dance and watch her dance and watch her dance. and you dream that you had the courage to just get up there, because you know its the only chance you have.
and so by the end of the night you’re kicking yourself for being so shy and for not having the ability to just ask for her number or ask to see her again even though you know it would be impossible. you’re kicking yourself because you don’t even know if that’s what you do in situations like this. and you’re definitely almost crying now because you don’t know what to do...........you’re too shy, you’re too happy, too confused, too sad to say goodbye and still too struck by her beauty to formulate a complete sentence.
but she knows this already and knows what to do. she makes a point to touch my arms and tell me that it was really nice to meet me, and i tell her the same. but i’m looking into her eyes and they’re much bigger than before and her eyebrows seem to be questioning me. and i just want to put my arm around her and hug her and tell her how i feel and tell her how much i can lose myself in her smile and how she has mesmerized me the whole night. she’s standing there waiting for me to say this to her. and you need to picture her standing there: she can tell i’m struggling to find the courage to say this so she moves her hands to mine and her eyes just get bigger and bigger with hope and those eyebrows keep questioning me and her shoulders get more and more tense and move up towards her neck. she’s waiting and she knows i’m close to saying something, we both know. this has all happened in a moment, and in a moment it will be gone forever.
but alas our hero is too shy. he manages to mention how he’ll be back tomorrow night and that she should stop by sometime if she can, but we know already that the moment was lost. this is when the heartbreak starts in. because maybe they do see each other the next night, but the timing is wrong and he just wants to go someplace quiet to talk and she just wants to dance. they might not say this but you can tell just by looking at them. you can tell they’re happy to see each other the next night, but everyone knows nothing is going to happen.
and now the music has stopped again for the night and last call has been made. security is escorting everyone out. our hero is smart enough to actually go back up to her to say goodbye forever, again. but she’s been through this before and doesn’t even get excited about the situation. she knows what’s going to happen again and tonight there are no big eyes or questioning eyebrows. no tense shoulders and no reaching for each others arms. our hero can still save the night with the right words, but he’s forgot them or most likely doesn’t even know what they need to be.
she knows this.
he knows this.
and so a sad goodbye is given and they both lower their heads as they turn to leave, never to see each other again.
and yet maybe our hero has not lost all, because as he turns away you can see him kind of catch his breath suddenly as if he were stopping himself from crying, or as if he just came to a realization. and now you can see a smile appear on his face ever so slowly.
he has her smile in his head, and this he will never be able to let go.
he may never see her again, but he will never lose sight of her
dancing
and smiling
and looking just as beautiful as ever.
maybe i met someone recently and decided to write about them. someone different. someone interesting. someone beautiful. someone intriguing. someone i never really got to know. someone...........someone.
maybe.
maybe it was fun to experience.
maybe it was fun to write about.
maybe it was fun to think about.
maybe it will be fun to read.
maybe.
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she’s introduced to you through a friend early one night at the bar. this was last week, this was the week before, this was some week ago, sometime. you see your friend wave to someone on the dance floor and now she’s making her way over towards you. you’re barely half a beer into the night so you’re nervous as hell. but you see this woman across the dance floor making her way towards you and your friend. amazed is you because this woman is more than just stunning. not, oh-my-got-did-i-just-see-her-in-maxim-last-month kind of sexy, but more like oh-my-god-did-i-just-die-and-go-to-heaven kind of beautiful. she’s walking toward you and has got this smile on her face and now you can’t help yourself from smiling back at her, regardless of the fact that you don’t even know her yet.
she’s going to be introduced to you in less than 5 seconds now. panicking is you.
you know what its like when you’re standing there waiting to be introduced and you’re nervous as shit because she’s beautiful and cool and how could you be so lucky to be shaking her hand in the very near future? how this introduction could just make your day? how lucky you’ll feel just to say hello to her and give her a smile, hoping for one of her own in return? how your voice shakes and your palms are sweating and you dance back and forth from foot to foot and constantly suck on your beer to take away from the nervousness? how you finally tell her your name and get to touch her hand for a brief moment and lock eyes while smiling from ear to ear?
but the moment goes by SO fast and seconds later she’s turning to meet someone else or go back to the dance floor and you wish for all the world that you could stop time and just stare at her smile, just rewind 4 seconds to your introduction and pause for an hour to soak-in her beauty. all you could wish for is her smile once more, her smile, at you.
so what do you do now? how can the night be saved? and wouldn’t it just be easier to forget about her right here, right now? wouldn’t that save eventual heartbreak?
no.
silly.
heartbreak slipped onto your agenda today without you knowing.
i’ve definitely met beautiful women before. i think. but when she comes back to talk to me an hour later i just don’t know what to do. she’s still 10 feet away from me and i’m just sitting there smiling at her.
i’m sitting.
i’m staring.
i’m smiling.
and she’s not even looking at me.
but now she has caught my eyes and thinks maybe she should come over and talk, or worse, ask me to dance. i have just seconds to remind myself that i can’t, i don’t, i just won’t dance. it turns out she just wants to talk. she can tell i’m the nervous and shy type, at least i hope. this, or she knows i’m absorbed in her beauty and she just wants to watch me, watch her.
and i’m not sure what we talked about, all i know is that it lasted about 5 minutes. i’m not even sure i was able to say a word and wouldn’t be surprised if i didn’t. i do remember perking up quite a bit when i heard, or thought i heard the word dance. i don’t even know if she was asking me but just to play it safe i blurted out “i don’t dance.” sure you can, i’ll show you she said. and i’m probably lying or dreaming here but maybe she kind of grabs my arm and starts putting it around her waist and smiling up at me real seductively. and i kind of lean down and whisper something in her ear and maybe my heart skips a few beats and i hold my breath as i do this and as i move her hair away from her ear maybe i’m sighing as i smell the shampoo she uses and i’m floating and laughing and smiling because i’ve definitely reached an incredible moment.
now pretend this has never happened to you and you’re oblivious of how to really act and respond and use caution and reality to your advantage. i’m trapped. i am under her power and will do anything she says. only i won’t dance.
so instead we stay there and i probably tell her some boring story about what i do and where i’m from and how i know so-and-so, and then she might have told me how she knows so-and-so from such-and-such. then we no doubt ran out of things to say, which i guess was fine with me because i could concentrate on just being able to stare at her. obviously this is when the awkwardness started. smooth was not me. possible topics of conversation were not popping into my head and she was probably growing a bit anxious to drop me and head back to the dance floor. but then my brain actually starts to function and i pick up on something and know enough to actually act on it:
“um, you don’t have a drink”
“would you mind getting me a drink?”
and now i’m floating, i’m on cloud nine because she’s all smiling seductively again at me as she asks me and i’m ready to do practically anything for her and can’t wait to actually buy her a drink. i think to myself that this could be the coolest thing in the world. and am i crazy? do normal people get this excited over buying beautiful women drinks?
but while you’re getting the drinks you think to yourself how much more appropriate shooting yourself in the head would be because that’s the only sensible thing to do when someone that pretty asks you to dance and you say no. but then you remember who owns the bar and who would have to clean up the mess. that or you look back to her and she’s smiling again and you just can’t turn away from it, even when the bartender is tapping your shoulder and shouting for money.
so maybe the night goes on and you watch her dance and watch her dance and watch her dance. and you dream that you had the courage to just get up there, because you know its the only chance you have.
and so by the end of the night you’re kicking yourself for being so shy and for not having the ability to just ask for her number or ask to see her again even though you know it would be impossible. you’re kicking yourself because you don’t even know if that’s what you do in situations like this. and you’re definitely almost crying now because you don’t know what to do...........you’re too shy, you’re too happy, too confused, too sad to say goodbye and still too struck by her beauty to formulate a complete sentence.
but she knows this already and knows what to do. she makes a point to touch my arms and tell me that it was really nice to meet me, and i tell her the same. but i’m looking into her eyes and they’re much bigger than before and her eyebrows seem to be questioning me. and i just want to put my arm around her and hug her and tell her how i feel and tell her how much i can lose myself in her smile and how she has mesmerized me the whole night. she’s standing there waiting for me to say this to her. and you need to picture her standing there: she can tell i’m struggling to find the courage to say this so she moves her hands to mine and her eyes just get bigger and bigger with hope and those eyebrows keep questioning me and her shoulders get more and more tense and move up towards her neck. she’s waiting and she knows i’m close to saying something, we both know. this has all happened in a moment, and in a moment it will be gone forever.
but alas our hero is too shy. he manages to mention how he’ll be back tomorrow night and that she should stop by sometime if she can, but we know already that the moment was lost. this is when the heartbreak starts in. because maybe they do see each other the next night, but the timing is wrong and he just wants to go someplace quiet to talk and she just wants to dance. they might not say this but you can tell just by looking at them. you can tell they’re happy to see each other the next night, but everyone knows nothing is going to happen.
and now the music has stopped again for the night and last call has been made. security is escorting everyone out. our hero is smart enough to actually go back up to her to say goodbye forever, again. but she’s been through this before and doesn’t even get excited about the situation. she knows what’s going to happen again and tonight there are no big eyes or questioning eyebrows. no tense shoulders and no reaching for each others arms. our hero can still save the night with the right words, but he’s forgot them or most likely doesn’t even know what they need to be.
she knows this.
he knows this.
and so a sad goodbye is given and they both lower their heads as they turn to leave, never to see each other again.
and yet maybe our hero has not lost all, because as he turns away you can see him kind of catch his breath suddenly as if he were stopping himself from crying, or as if he just came to a realization. and now you can see a smile appear on his face ever so slowly.
he has her smile in his head, and this he will never be able to let go.
he may never see her again, but he will never lose sight of her
dancing
and smiling
and looking just as beautiful as ever.
thrown together by raz at 3:22 PM
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