There aren’t too many moments when I have found myself swooning over a person that I’ve barely met. That sudden rush, the flush of a cheek, the creaking and groaning of a heart getting back into the rhythm of an excited heartbeat – all of that has eluded me for sometime. The first time that person smiles at you and you feel yourself inexplicably blush. It makes me feel giddy and like the sort of high school girl that I never acted like (I was the more sullen, introverted girl) It’s been forever since that feeling has hit me.
Then this guy walked into the Pizza Place and I started to swoon.
I’m going to begin this story by saying that I haven’t seen him since. And I’ll probably never see him again but it was fun nonetheless.
He was homely, not someone who could walk into a Abercrombie shoot and be welcomed, but I tend to be attracted to someone I feel comfortable with and homely, in this scenario,
definitely coincides with comfortable. He reminded me of someone who would be portrayed in the movies as being an anime geek, trekky, or maybe A Big Bang Theory cast member. That connection instantly had me thinking what dorky hobby he partook in and whether his walls had shelves lined with Totoro figurines.
He gave me his name, James or Jack or Jim or Jimmy, and I grabbed his pizza: A large buffalo chicken with bacon (and yes, I remember his order and not his name. I have a weird way of remembering people by what they get at the Pizza Place). I told him that I thought adding bacon to his order was genius. He smiled.
Then he looked at my eyes and told me they were beautiful, touching my arm gently, before smiling again —
— And walking out with the pizza. And I have no expectations from this slight flirtation in my day but it’s fun to think that it happened in the first place. Do I wish that he’d come back, give me his number, take me out on a date, introduce me to his parents, propose, and marry me? I mean, sure, that’s an ideal situation right there. But do I expect that to happen? No. That would be crazy. I might even be a little creeped out if it did happen at all. That doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream.
Especially a girl with beautiful eyes.