Tuesday, January 17th, 2012
Recently I was in a parking lot, sitting in the car with my son in the back seat, waiting for my wife to come out of the store. I was sort of dazed, listening to my (and my son’s) new favorite album, Graceland, by Paul Simon; probably considering the randomness of the line, “Don’t I know you from the cinematographer’s party?”
All of the sudden, my attention turned to a young woman walking out of the store. Thinking back to what attracted me to her first and most of all, was her smile. It told me a lot about her. That she was simple and down to earth, yet complex enough to make me curious. She was the kind of girl I wanted to know, for some reason.
Then she looked at me. Turns out, she was smiling at me.
This whole process only took a matter of two, maybe three seconds. I thought, wait, why am I looking at another woman and thinking about the way she is smiling? Why am I even paying attention to her right now?
After all, I personally am annoyed to see other happily (?) married guys point out “Spongeboob Sweatpants” girls to each other. I don’t think it’s cool. I’m the guy who when he talks about how sexy a woman is, it’s because I’m talking to my wife, about her. Not me talking to other guys about some stranger.
I thought about how out of the ordinary it was for me to notice her. Why was this thought process still continuing? It’s funny how just a few seconds can pass by like several minutes; like the way a dream does.
She was smiling at me. And she was walking towards the car. Then it hit me, like the U2 song says, she was already mine.
The only girl that could ever steal my heart away from my girl is… my girl.
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