Copy Link
Add to Bookmark
Report
anada309
..............................................
.* * \ /\
.* O . . .. ..O .. 309 09 Mar 2001 ) ( ')
.* O O* o o o o o o o ( / )
* ***O O O O O O O O O \( _)|
* O o o.*..o.*..o.*..o. .net "This Is a True Story" *
* O *
*. o |\ _,,,---,,_ *
* /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ *
* |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' by AlterEcho *
* '---''(_/--' `-'\_) *mE0w* o
*. .......................................*
'Anada is cat-friendly..o*`
So I walked into room G39, and my life changed forever. She was
around 5'7", with short brown hair and the cutest mouth I have ever seen.
Ah, that mouth! Those lips! Ahhhh! I sauntered over to her, gave her my
most charming smile, and making my voice low and musical, drawled:
"May I borrow your pacer, please?"
Oooh, classy! Obviously, I meant to ask her if she might possibly
consent to being the mother of my children. Which would be just another
evil pickup line, because I don't WANT any children. Thankfully, I managed
to conceal my own surprise at the body which had yet again betrayed me, and
used her pacer to fill out a Subject Change form. I joined the queue behind
her, even deigning to push in front of a tall, muscular chap who looked at
me balefully, but kept his mouth closed. Lucky him! My infatuation knew no
bounds, and if I had to fight to keep my place in line behind this pacer
wielding beauty, then no doubt I would wake up with multiple bruises several
hours later. Some things can't be helped.
As we bantered over the edifying topics of sewage treatment plants,
drunkeness and timetables, I wished the queue would stop moving altogether.
I wished the world would stop and an angel might spirit us to another place,
a beautiful rose garden, where we might dance alone till the end of time. I
wished I had her phone number.
Then I discovered her name. Fleur. Oh, bliss! Oh, blissful bliss!
Now I could stalk her all around university! I debated memorising her
student number, but decided in its stunned state, it was unlikely my brain
would be able to cope with a six-digit number. Just forming basic sentence
structures was giving me a hard time.
When she glanced at my Something for Kate t-shirt and asked me if I
was going to hear them play that night, I knew I was lost. All memories of
Jessica, Hayley, Melissa and Natalie Portman flew out of my head to be run
over by a convoy of semi-trailers. Oh my God! She liked Something for
Kate! Oh my God oh my God oh my God! I'm ashamed to say that when I got to
the gig that night I spent a crazy amount of time looking for her.
Unsuccessfully. I believe I cried myself to sleep when I got home.
This was definitely Instant Infatuation (tm). Instant Infatuation
(tm), like instant coffee, instant noodles and instant porridge, is, well,
instant. Who would have guessed?! I could envision the two of us making
sweet love in the long grasses of the park near my house. I saw myself
giving her long-stemmed red roses on Valentines Day--hell, on EVERY darn
day. I dreamt of spending the rest of my life with her, bound together in
marital bliss. God, I'm such a romantic fool.
Now, of course, I'll never see her again.
Life is shit.
..................................................................
/\_/\ *
( o.o ) (c) Anada e'zine anada309 by AlterEcho o
> ^ < o
********************************************************************
