This post is for all the girls who keep telling themselves they can't and will never find the right guy for themselves even if he's right there in front of them.
As much as I'd like to say you're wrong? You just might be right.
Myself included.
SCENARIO NUMBER 1;
I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading out the front door. My hair was in place. My clothes weren't crinkled. I was actually having a 'pretty day'. Hashtag HappyChild.
Grabbed my car keys off the table, swung my backpack over my shoulder, put on my shoes and locked the door behind me. Bounded down the stairs with my ponytail swishing to the left and to the right.
Heart starts to thump.
Faster. Faster.
Fasterfasterfaster.
FASTERFASTERFASTERFASTER.
Is he there? Is he waiting? What's he wearing today?
And just as I reached the ground floor preparing to say something intelligent, I find he's not there after all.
With slumped shoulders I head over to the car. Unlock it, unload my backpack onto the back seat. Get into the drivers seat without banging my head on the door. Start the engine. Reverse out of my parking spot. And I'm out for the day.
And then I have to pass the guard house. Push the button down, wind down my window, swipe my access card, say thank you to the guards and drive away.
Wait is his red bike there?
OHMYGOD IT'S THERE. HE'S THERE.
Okay breathe, woman. Breathe.
He's just another person.
Just another person.
With really nice hair. A very, very cute smile.
Just another person.
With a body to die for DID YOU SEE HIS ABS BY THE POOL?
Okay no. Breathe, Sha. What the hell is wrong with you?!
Just smile back, wave and drive off. As simple as that.
Okay got it.
I reach the guard house.
Press on the brakes ever so slowly.
Wind down the window.
Swipe my access card.
Now smile, Sha.
*Turns head* Oh good Lord he's smiling at me again. Just look at that face.
"Hello", he says with a nice big smile.
"Heheh *nods head like mental patient* Elo", I reply.
Then slam on the gas pedal at pretty much the same rate as my heart beat.
Yup.
Cutest guy I've seen in years actually gives me the time of day and I get into spastic mode and drive off.
Way to go, Sha!
SCENARIO NUMBER 2;
Okay his red bike is there. Wait can you see him in there?
*Cranes neck a little bit more*
Can you se...OH HE'S THERE! HE'S THERE!!
Okay just get your access card out, swipe it as usual, smile back if he smiles, and don't speed off.
Okay.
Oh there's another car in front of mine.
Alright so maybe he'll just leave the barrier open for me once that car goes through first.
*Watches car drive away from barrier*
*Barrier comes back down*
Oi.
I drive up a little more without winding my window down. I turn my head to the right.
And then he...
Wait what?
Oh he's got something in his eye? Okay just smile and look at the barrier. Maybe he'll get the hint and press the 'lift' button for me.
Why is only one of his eyes closing..?
It looks like he's...
OHMYGOD HE WINKED AT ME THAT WASN'T DUST IN HIS EYE!
Okay stay calm. Now wink back.
No not smile like a dodo bird, you idiot. WINK BACK.
LOOK HE'S WINKING AGAIN!
And I end up just smiling like a complete ass as his efforts go to waste and he let's me go through.
How can a girl not notice a good looking guy winking at her three times. THREE TIMES.
How.
Just.
HOW.
So here's a little tip for you lonely, I-want-a-man-though-I-don't-need-a-man-but-I-will-never-find-a-man girls: DON'T PLAN THINGS IN YOUR HEAD. Don't ever plan things in your head because they rarely ever happen the way it happens in your little land of fairytales. Just take things as they come and don't be afraid to reciprocate once in a while.
Especially when he's tall, has a really good hair cut, is clean-shaven, wears a uniform that turns you so on, has the body of a God and actually tries his hardest to make small talk with you.
RECIPROCATE!
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