Dec 06, 2004 12:09
I just made my first tragic mistake in a long time. I was leaving my dance class whistling to myself and Naomi was sitting outside the room. Naomi was a girl I had in a class two years ago and developed one of my signature crushes. She speaks Hebrew, because she's from a Jewish background and is an all-around cool gal. Anyway, I haven't seen her much recently, other than after my dance class occasionally. Seeing her today, I ceased whistling and said a quiet,
"Hey," and sat down to put on my shoes.
"What class is that?" Naomi asks of me.
"Swing dancing." I says.
"You dance?" she smiles.
"I attempt to." I smile too.
"That's cute," she smiles still.
I stand up, demobilized by that word and put my back against the door.
"Yeah... well... I'm going to go blush in my cuteness outside..." I exit.
Standing outside I think to myself, "What the hell? Naomi calls me cute and I just walk away? Where's the logic in that?" And I seriously stand there in one spot thinking all this to myself. I consider going back in to continue conversation somehow... but in the end, I do not.
I haven't really had that whole repeating to myself afterwards, "goddamnit," experience in a long while. Haven't thought much about these things in awhile.
Maybe Wednesday.