Jul 23, 2009 23:36
i love The Local Natives.
warning sign of things to come.
he asked for my number again so I gave it to him. He smiles at me whenever he can and flicks bits of paper and lettuce at me or lightly pokes my side when he walks behind me. He has blue eyes and blond hair and a rediculous patch of facial hair. I drew a mustache on my finger and held it under my nose. He laughed. I blushed and blushed when I saw him and my heart was racing as I spoke to him, wearing my new dress that I put on before work even though I was just driving straight there. I wanted him to see me pretty, not in my sad khakis and button downs and ugly black shoes. And he smiled real big at me in my turquoise tunic, belted carefully at the waist, and sandals. I almost died right there. So we worked for a few hours and then it was time for him to leave. He lingered. I asked What are you doing later. He smiled I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm off at 10:45 I said. Then I'll call you at 11 he asked. Ok I said.
It is now 11:44, with no call, and no smiles, and no hope.