10 minutes late, like always. I know this time Frank’s not going to accept it. I’ll walk into the office and he’ll give me that look, the Frank look. The look that says, “Nathan, I expect more from the vice-president of the company. Were you ready for the promotion? Maybe instead I’ll give it to Mandy, Mandy with the exceptional experience and the nice rack to go along with it.” But I can’t always help it. New York’s a busy city to navigate through, and it doesn’t help when your neighbor knocks on your apartment door 5 minutes before you need to leave, complaining about everything and nothing. I bet I could think up some excuse again, he’d buy it. The subway malfunctioned this morning, or there was an accident on 8th and, “Ah shit! I’m so sorry, here let me grab that for you. I can’t apologize enough…. Have a good day. I’M SORRY MISS!”
God she was beautiful. Her smile was instant and apologetic though she had nothing to apologize for. And as she bent down to pick up her dropped bag and its contents, her beautiful blonde curls fell over her shoulder as each strand carelessly whipped through the wind. A complexion so flawless I’d expect nothing less from an angel. An angel in that white lace dress that hit her thighs so effortlessly. Maybe I should’ve given her my number, or asked for her name, something as an identifier so that one day I can find her again. But then again that’s why they have the missed connections section on Craigslist, right?! So that guys like me can find beautiful angels like her again. It’ll have to say something witty like, “A fallen angel in a white lace dress.” That’ll catch her attention, especially if I add “Man, again!? I’m sorry miss, I didn’t mean to bump into you. It’s just one of those days, ya know? I’ve been running into girls all over the place today. Here’s your scarf, it’s lovely…. Okay, bye. Once again, I’M SO SORRY!”
I feel as though cupid has just struck me with an arrow, for never have I seen such a beautiful woman as the one I just saw. The way her short, brunette bob framed her face so beautifully makes me hopeful that there exists love for a man like me.
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