Saturday, September 17, 2005

I Love Your Friends, They're All So Arty


Eating Babybel at lunch today, I noticed that save for Jackie and Susan, all the names of all the girls who regularly sit at our table begin with A. Aditi, Alison, Adrienne, Ashley, Anusha, Annie, and Anna. Hmm.

I finish eating, snitch curly fries from Conner, try to stop Shots from doing some very nerdy dancing, and watch French Boy on the other side of the windows. Aditi offers to wander outside with me to look at him. We do so, then wander back in, buy Aditi a replacement heart-rate monitor strap, and stroll back to the cafeteria.

This whole while, and every day this week, at the table horizontally over from ours, there's a been a trio of punkish juniors (probably). The first, smooth-faced with slick, raven hair; another with long, yellow hair and zits; the third with short blonde hair, flighty eyes, and a slim, apprehensive, somehow European apperance. Number one's wearing a tight black emo sweater a smidgen short in the sleeves; two's got on a t-shirt; and number three's wearing somewhat skinny jeans, a dark jade button-up shirt, a blue-and-white striped necktie, red-orange Chuck Taylors, and a pink belt.

The inner future designer occupies herself idly pondering. Would dark plaid pants have been a better choice? Is the tie too short? Are Chucks a cliché now? Has he got on an appropriate color of socks?

The hopeless romantic is wishing her much-mended heart out that she was the sort of person who could get up, walk across the aisle, and tell him just how cool he looks.

When Aditi asks if I'll come along to get her heart-rate strap, I tell her I'll do it if she comes along to support me while I compliment pink-belt guy. I want her there, but mostly I want to make myself do it.

So I do. I crouch down next to his seat on the end so I'm looking up at him, Aditi standing behind me, holding her new strap. I probably utter the word "awesome" three times in four sentences. Raven guy, seated just beyond my object of attention, is giving me a strange look. Said object is watching me with an attitude suggesting he's been rather knocked off his feet, but found it not unpleasent. "...Thanks."

As Aditi and I walk off laughing, I can see pink-belt boy slapping high-fives with his grinning friends. Aditi offers a high-five for me and I feel like I've done a good job smiling today.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Gina said...

haha sweeeeeeeet... but i totally didn't get it. you can explain it to me on the bus lol.
why dont you ride in the mornings anymore???
i sat next to a really nice guy last time tho, nvm. im done. lol im so weird
ummmmmm yay tho.... yay!! pink belt guy... i wish i had a cool pink belt... wait... i do... fuck.
oh well
<333,gina xoxo

September 17, 2005 1:01 PM  
Blogger Anna said...

I've got one too, actually. And the reason I'm not on the bus is because I've missed it five days in a row.

September 17, 2005 1:13 PM  
Blogger The Great Blue Donkey said...

Yo fool, i didnt know Aditi went to Central...

September 17, 2005 8:30 PM  
Anonymous Alison said...

Dude! The same thing happened to me. Sort of. I complimented from nowhere on this shy-depressed-cute(ish) looking boy's shoes. He seemed completely dumbfounded.

September 17, 2005 10:54 PM  
Blogger Priya said...

smiling is sometimes the most satisfying thing in the world....especially when the other person's smiling back. =) i'm floating on a cloud...

September 19, 2005 5:32 PM  
Anonymous Swimmerette said...

yeah i really need to meet french boy again. hmm french is the language of love.

September 19, 2005 8:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

love is the new black

September 23, 2005 5:42 PM  

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