I tried to stop myself from constantly looking in her direction. I didn’t want to be another one of those guys, distracted and captivated, but basically a hopelessly infatuated fool. I tried, but I failed. The irresistible force met a fairly moveable object in me, and I was moved. It was starting to make me feel like my entire day was just one futile admiration after another, until I noticed her looking back at me. Eye contact. She seemed nearly as interested in me as I could imagine any girl being interested in someone like me, and I was amazed. She could do so much better.
She continued to look my way, smiling occasionally, confident, but not brash. After a few days, our paths crossed near the kettle. There was a moment of heat, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the steam. We had a chat and it turned out we were both due to go to the same gig, alone. She seemed so centred, but maybe she was lonely too. I suggested we get a drink beforehand.
The “date” is tomorrow. I’m excited. Though I guess it would be a bad thing if it went too well. I wouldn’t be one of the staring guys anymore. I’d be the guy jealously looking round at all his colleagues staring at his girlfriend.