Marco Jacksonovic

Crazy What You Could've Had
2004-02-25 23:47:02 (UTC)

Lament, Hope, Lament, Hope.

I feel like a Pogues song at the moment. I'm not sure
which one...its not Dirty Old Town, and its not The Irish
Rover. Its clearly not Fairytale Of New York....but
enough. I feel like my day should be sung by an Irish
drunkard. Imagine it that way.

Today started with me feeling great - looking great - and
everything feeling good. I even got a smile from the girl
at work I have been coveting (That sounds SOOOOO dodgy,
but I can't reword it. As much as I've only been admiring
her from afar, I get little chance to do anything else -
she's behind a door I can't get through, and their
department is like a plague village). Either way, I've
been slowly winning her over, but I have to say coveting.
Its not letching...I'll stop defending myself, and put it
simply.

I noticed there was a very cute girl worked in the same
building as me not long after I started, and our paths
kept crossing, though only in the stairwell. You can't get
to know somebody in a stairwell. After much internal
debate I was going to ask her out around Christmas, but
whereas I had 2 days off over the festive period, she
didn't return until late January, and my new-found
confidence was gone.

However, we left work at the same time last Friday, and we
got chatting, and I seemed to be charming her - and that
judgement appears to have been right. I got a smile today -
but 4 days between crossing paths is too long. I shall
have to make a move soon, or I'll be gone forever - as
will she.

Anyway, enough empty laments. The afternoon fell away to
farce, and though the evening picked up by virtue of
getting a lift to a friend's house arranged, I have time
off work to book, and other such things....

And then I got a message through that...well, it threw me.
I don't know how I feel. If I discover, I'll let you all
know....

WILT? The Pogues in my head, but my light's off and I
can't see the CD.....




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