What We’re Thinking
We’re not thinking about anything else. You sit two or three seats away from us on a train, the table behind us at a coffee shop, you’re talking on your cell phone outside the library, you’re in the aisle next to us at the grocery store.
We’re not thinking about ourselves, we’re not thinking about the weather. We’re pretending not to see you. We’re pretending we don’t care. We’re occasionally drifting our eyes passed you, hoping you’ll be doing the same. We’ll just keep doing it. Acting like we don’t care, not thinking about anything, pretending not to see you, occasionally trying to catch your glance.
We’re thinking you’re probably an artist or a dancer. We’re hoping you’re a gymnast or a yoga instructor. We’re looking at your calves and thinking you’re definitely a yoga instructor.
How great it will be to introduce you to our friends. “She’s a dancing artist yoga instructor,” we’ll say as our friends raise their eyebrows in full on sexual yearning. What it must be to ride this girl.
We’re not thinking of anything but how great of a story it would be if we met in the salad dressing aisle, both grabbing for the Thousand Island dressing. We’re not thinking about anything other than the glimmer of hope that you enjoy Thousand Island dressing as much as we do.
We’re glancing over at you, this is it, you’re turning your head, we connect and you smile at us…
Hmm… we didn’t realize you had such a snaggle tooth. Your eyes are just a little too close together and from this angle, your calves are actually kind of fat. You grab the Thousand Island dressing, but honestly, Thousand Island dressing is only in our top 5 favorite salad dressings. How many other people have it in their top 5? We much prefer Italian or even French. Thousand Island is so fattening and Lord knows you don’t need the extra calories. But a French girl, they have such attitude, so voluptuous, so sexual. Yes we’re thinking a French girl will do the trick.
We move on to the next aisle, to another train car, we walk inside the library and there she is. We’re not thinking of anything but her.
