Simple Story

My dear fellow OCers, lurkers and random person who just so happened to come upon my typings today, or whatever day you happen upon it.

A snapshot of my life isn't as easy to give as I'd like. There are all these different threads. Like falling from the sky and a whip of the wind entwines them, maybe forever, maybe for an instant. To catch every thread in your hand and then put it down in words seems like a task destined for obscurity, for you could do it, but then you might find yourself in the paradox of doing nothing else.

So... here is a snapshot, it forgets so many other things in life but then that is the beauty of a blog, it's what you want to write about.

John, a coworker was very excited about a concert he was going to be seeing last night. He played some music from the band and I admit, they were good. I decided I wanted to go. And here is how our little adventure begins.

Lo, would of course have been the perfect date. We have the same appreciation for great things, even if the masses have yet to subscribe to them and may never (We saw Amélie in a movie theater, for example). Well, we all know that's no possibility.

So, it's Friday night, I've made plans late and really want to find a companion to go with me. I'm rather desperate, my coworker will be there with his girlfriend and I don't want to have to hang on them. I call no less than a dozen people on my phone.

"Oh, two hours ago I didn't have plans but I've already made plans to go to this art soiree."

"I'm recovering from the week, don't want to go out."

"I have rehearsal."

"I have a show."

ring, ring, ring... and voicemail

Not one friend stepped up or could step up. It was 21+ and a few of my other friends may have been able to... but damn it? Not one? Come on! It makes me want L.A., London or some unnamed real city, not one person I could get ahold of would make me a priority and come have fun with me..... how unfun are my friends? (I forgive the ones who had to work)

So. I went by myself.


I wasn't going to pass up a fun night because no one else wanted to join me. And it was fun.

I met up with John and his girl (she's awesome, John has good taste... as if there was doubt?) outside the bar and got my ticket.

TOTAL HIPPIE JOINT (speaking of joint, there were plenty of people with them)

It was awesome. The altitude difference seemed to make the alcohol a little less effective on me (until I found the drinks they liked to serve strong). The band was great, the players were very technically skilled and just rocked it. A guy who happened to squat down at the beginning of the concert had a large telescoping microphone that I imagine caught the show pretty well, I wish I had asked him where I could get a copy of it. The band is 'taper-friendly' and they were jamming.

John, who's a fan, heard stuff he hadn't before and everyone was dancing and occasionally you'd see someone just bobbing, just mesmerized by the musicality of these guys. The bassist, I swear his hand just looked like an animated hand moving back and forth, just hovering over the strings and coaxing music out of them. Our drummer was rocking us, his solos could easily cause whiplash if you let yourself get too much into them. On keys, this guy was just too cool, just sitting there, his fingers flying over the board. I remember one moment he was playing with his right hand, persistently for a few minutes and every few seconds would make some sort of modulation on the keyboard. On guitar, wow, this guy hit every note, a true musician and artist. It's like watching someone who can type very, very fast. They aren't thinking, they are just finding a new world in each movement.

If I haven't made it clear, they rocked. I met a cute girl, Laura... and got her number! She even gave me her last name (which was weird, cause I did not ask), so I hope when I dial her number it isn't the rejection hotline :X She seemed like a really cool girl, attractive and obviously has some cool taste. I admit, I was a bit taken by her.

During the band break I got to watch John and his girl play pool. John, an Engineer, is exceptionally bad at pool but was actually doing well tonight, his girl, is a pool shark. She must have played for years because she nailed those balls like a badass. It was awesome to watch.

Now, looking back, I should have asked Laura to grab some food with me, but I wasn't thinking. I actually had more to drink than I should have so I was stuck sitting in my car for an hour before I could think about driving. I drove to my favorite, the Denver Diner, for some good eats. I was alone again but I was just hungry and needing to chill out.

Now, for the exciting part, the part you've all been waiting for... the first subject in the title of this post.

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This girl was so hot that when she walked in, the cooks, who I could see behind the counter, stopped cooking and started staring over my shoulder. One was actually blocking the other's view and I gave a quizzical look, then turned to look over my left shoulder.

Wow.

I'm not sure I can fully describe her beauty. For me, it's always in the face, the eyes, that window to the soul. Her eyes.. Okay, so for the more curious. She was blonde, her hair was shoulder length, straight and styled to go around her face, so she could hide behind her hair if she wanted.

She was wearing the most kick-ass boots ever, they were up to her knees and no zipper for this girl, no looked like she laced that baby all the way up. Short black skirt and the 'over one shoulder' tight tank tops. Her body easily pulled off the outfit. I think her big ass boots made her slightly taller than me when she walked out of the bathroom, but without them she'd be perfect Will height.

Now, why have I devoted a whole section of my blog to this nameless girl from the Denver Diner? Because of her eyes.

She was with three other people, sitting next to a guy that looked like he was her boyfriend. Thinking back, maybe not, I was still buzzed. In any case, her eyes found me.

I was situated behind the cash register and her in a booth, so I could play peek-a-boo with her. Now, a beautiful girl is always going to catch eyes and she was no exception. The exception was... she looked back.

Not just the "Oh, I notice you look" -- but the steal a glance every time I looked at her. She never let me down, I'd look over at her and she'd look back, shyly. I'm not sure what happened here, I never get checked out by the hot girls and here in the Denver Diner, after catching no eyes at the bar was this girl, seemingly unable to fight the urge to meet my gaze.

So what did Will do?

I took out my black pen and held it up so she could see it, and made a gesture and face to make it clear, I wanted her number. And what did she do?

She shook her head no. It was funny, because I think she shook her head before she realized what she was doing. Like we were having an intimate conversation and she forgot that other people could see her.

She got what I was saying and totally rejected me. I do think her friends saw her because they looked over at me a moment later.

What happened here?

Why the frick can't I close the deal? I see the girl, she sees me and...........

I need to work on this. It is one of my greatest fears.

This girl knocked my socks off and then she walked out of my life forever. I'd like to believe I'd see her again sometime, that I'll be walking down the street and suddenly bump into her and go, "Oh. You?" as if she must be a figment of my imagination and she'd say, "Hi," "Again," I'd add quickly. Then we'd just smile and both inhale deeply and exclaim "Wow," "Whoa" and then I'd just say, "Coffee?" and she'd smile coyly, "Proposing so soon?" and I'd take her in my hands and pull her close "In your dreams." This is where we'd kiss, of course.

Roll the credits.

I'm not quite sure why she said no and in one of life's amazing mysteries I may never know but the girl made an impression and though this post is far more boring than I intended, I can't wait to be skimming in a few years and go... "Oh, yeah I totally remember that night! It was crazy."

May your journeys encounter such paradoxes of excitement and thrill and loss. That's life my friend. So take this page in hand and turn it to the next, what's your adventure?

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