I got onto the train like I normally do, on my way home from work. I plug in my white earphones to slip away from the world, to slip into the silky smooth beats of Childish Gambino; as an aside, I’m really liking his latest album – it’s still hard to separate him from his character on Community, but he got some good content. There I sit, bopping my head away, onto to have my attention drawn by a voice.
I immediately look up, and I realise it’s a feminine’s voice. I look at her face, and judge her immediately. I’m not going to lie, I judge everything that I see; most times I don’t share my judgement with the rest of the world, but I judge. And I approve. She seems classy – I know it’s probably an incorrect assessment, with the feelings of infatuation clouding my judgement and eyesight. But for the time that I look at her, I approve, and I go back for some more, like a crack addict looking for the next hit.
I stop my iPod. I’m intrigued.
Surprisingly though, I was more drawn to her voice, and what she is saying. From what I could surmise she was talking about work. In most instances I don’t like talking about work, or listening to others talk about work, unless there’s a drama that’s unfolding, because I’ll be honest, I thrive on drama. But there was none of that. She was just recounting the difficulties she’s having, relearning how to do things, trying to break away from the bad habits learned from her previous employ.
I don’t know what it was, maybe it was her voice, or even the facial expressions that she was making, as she was talking, but I was entranced. I literally have never been that focused on what a feminine was saying, when it was relating to work. Maybe it was the choice of words that she was using to articulate the finer things of the issues being encountered. Maybe it was the inflections of her voice as she spoke that were mesmerising. Maybe it was the deep introspection that really drew me into her, as a person first and foremost; someone so critical of them self and self aware – it’s an endearing and attractive quality.
For rest of the train trip, there I sat, with my earphones in – with the iPod off. Sitting there feigning that I was listening to my music, but in reality eavesdropping, and absorbing everything she was saying. I tired to contain the fact that I was listening in on her conversation, but it was hard to hide the fact, because I looked her way every few minutes.
You might think I’m a creep. And you’re probably right. You might think I’m a soft cock for not asking her out. And you’re probably right. You might think I’m crazy leaving my earphones on with out music playing. And you’re probably right. But I don’t care about any of it – I am mesmerised.
The good thing about this feminine is the fact that she can dance. If there was something that I was looking for in a potential partner, the ability to dance, would probably be towards the top of the list. Crazy huh? Suffice to say, her and I have been talking about throwing down on the dance floor. I consider myself somewhat coordinated when it comes to dancing, and from all accounts she can’t bust a move.
Whether it is of models, like the one you see on the left here of Misa Campo, or whether it is of comic book characters like Daredevil, just having the ability to see these pictures on my phone, in all of their intended glory, is a pretty amazing feat. Sure it’s not really the main purpose of having the phone, since it should be for predominantly making calls and sending texts, but it doesn’t hurt to have the ability to awe you in times of frustration and boredom.
So speed things up, and there I was, in the food court sitting opposite her. Actually before I do continue, I must state that there was an awkward greeting. I went in for the kiss hello, but she went in for the hug hello. I realised this too late, so after she was done hugging me, I hugged her back – after the kiss hello; talk about getting my signals wrong.
As we sat down for desert, the topic of hair came up. The feminine that I am interested in, asked generally if a girl was more attractive with shorter hair, or longer hair. I asked her to let her hair down, given that it was up, so I could assess whether if it was better longer or shorter. Obviously it depends on the shape of the girls face, but I asked her to let it down anyhow, with a grin on my face of course.
