Glass girl (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} glass_girl) wrote,@ 2005-09-05 14:19:00 |
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This is from "go fish" and a brillant piece
"I had this great fear that the moment we where supposed to meet would be thwarted.
Maybe it already has been. I think I saw her on the subway yesterday, I saw her and I Thought we where supposed to meet yesterday on the bus, she was supposed to sit down next to me, spill your soda on me and we where supposed to laugh. Make a game of cleaning up where we touch each other more then necessary, coincidently get off at the same stop, get too talking, and then there is a moment where she says “well” like she feels dumb because we have been talking like we’ve been old friends, and that’s when I realize how excellent she is in every way, and we kiss right there in the street and it’s a moment we talk about for years later, how we never really believed in love at first sight until we met each other.
Instead some fat man got in the way. She was rushing for the bus and he waddled in front of her, she tried to get around him, spilled the drink she was supposed to spill in my egger lap on his indifferent shoulder. Then she missed the bus, which had me on it, with an empty seat next to me. Oblivious, thinking about something like the texture of raisins or scraping off the chunk of gum on the seat in front of me.
In fact I am sure this is what happened. The whole fiasco probably threw us way out of wack. Now our paths won’t cross until years later when she’s forgotten she’s a dike, and she’ll move in next door to me, and I’ll have a painful crush on her. And she’ll be sitting on her porch with her boyfriend and she’ll wave to me. I’ll be getting my mail and I’ll get a little wilt in my stomach when she waves, and I’ll trip over my cat, and stumble in a kind of three stooges way, and she’ll look away like she’s embarrassed for me, and I’ll go inside and feel really dumb.
Then her boyfriend will think I seem like I would be fun, and one morning when we bump into each other in front of my house, he’ll invite me to a shindig they are having.
I’ll go and not know anyone, and sit in a corner, and play with pistachio shells, and give each woman there own makeover in my head. “What if she wore baggy jeans?” “She’d be really hot if she cut off that perm and stopped giggling so much.”
Then dream girl will introduce me to someone and say “This is Matt, she’s my neighbor” Then I’ll say “No actually it’s Max. Max, like in ‘Where the wild things are’.”
Then I’ll walk home saying “It’s Max, it’s Max”. My name is Max. We where supposed to meet on the bus two years ago. At this very moment we are supposed to be sitting on our couch together reading playing footsy absentmindedly. My names Max, I want to borrow you T-shirts and wake you up when I have bad dreams. Burst into a smile when we’re fighting because you’re too adorable. Pinch your butt when you are walking up the stairs in front of me. My name is Max; think of a name that only you call me. Make it something you’d be embarrassed to call me accidentally in public. Fall in love with me. We where supposed to meet so long ago. We’re way behind.
It’s Max. My name is Max."
"I had this great fear that the moment we where supposed to meet would be thwarted.
Maybe it already has been. I think I saw her on the subway yesterday, I saw her and I Thought we where supposed to meet yesterday on the bus, she was supposed to sit down next to me, spill your soda on me and we where supposed to laugh. Make a game of cleaning up where we touch each other more then necessary, coincidently get off at the same stop, get too talking, and then there is a moment where she says “well” like she feels dumb because we have been talking like we’ve been old friends, and that’s when I realize how excellent she is in every way, and we kiss right there in the street and it’s a moment we talk about for years later, how we never really believed in love at first sight until we met each other.
Instead some fat man got in the way. She was rushing for the bus and he waddled in front of her, she tried to get around him, spilled the drink she was supposed to spill in my egger lap on his indifferent shoulder. Then she missed the bus, which had me on it, with an empty seat next to me. Oblivious, thinking about something like the texture of raisins or scraping off the chunk of gum on the seat in front of me.
In fact I am sure this is what happened. The whole fiasco probably threw us way out of wack. Now our paths won’t cross until years later when she’s forgotten she’s a dike, and she’ll move in next door to me, and I’ll have a painful crush on her. And she’ll be sitting on her porch with her boyfriend and she’ll wave to me. I’ll be getting my mail and I’ll get a little wilt in my stomach when she waves, and I’ll trip over my cat, and stumble in a kind of three stooges way, and she’ll look away like she’s embarrassed for me, and I’ll go inside and feel really dumb.
Then her boyfriend will think I seem like I would be fun, and one morning when we bump into each other in front of my house, he’ll invite me to a shindig they are having.
I’ll go and not know anyone, and sit in a corner, and play with pistachio shells, and give each woman there own makeover in my head. “What if she wore baggy jeans?” “She’d be really hot if she cut off that perm and stopped giggling so much.”
Then dream girl will introduce me to someone and say “This is Matt, she’s my neighbor” Then I’ll say “No actually it’s Max. Max, like in ‘Where the wild things are’.”
Then I’ll walk home saying “It’s Max, it’s Max”. My name is Max. We where supposed to meet on the bus two years ago. At this very moment we are supposed to be sitting on our couch together reading playing footsy absentmindedly. My names Max, I want to borrow you T-shirts and wake you up when I have bad dreams. Burst into a smile when we’re fighting because you’re too adorable. Pinch your butt when you are walking up the stairs in front of me. My name is Max; think of a name that only you call me. Make it something you’d be embarrassed to call me accidentally in public. Fall in love with me. We where supposed to meet so long ago. We’re way behind.
It’s Max. My name is Max."
