Saturday, February 25, 2012

Are You the Love of My Life?

I've been on a recent adventure, but I'm still dwelling on how to best portray that in an internet acceptable way. So, instead, here's a post from a while back that details my new quest in my nomadic life.

I received a book from Leslie for my birthday called This Book Will Change Your Life, and it has 365 tasks to complete for "hysterical living." It's pretty ridiculous, but it's probably exactly what I need to get myself out of this funk I've been in. So, I'm going to attempt to do as many of the tasks as possible, not all of them though...some are just a bit extreme. I'm not, for example, going to bail a stranger out of jail. I also won't be writing about all of the tasks because that's probably infringing on some sort of copyright. You should buy the book if you want to change your life. Duh.

Today's task is to gaze at everybody I see, wondering if they are the love my life - which I'm sitting at Starbucks doing. Here are my observations:

1. Some girls are so protective. Just because I stare at your blonde boyfriend for 10 seconds doesn't mean you need to hold his hand across the table and glare at me. Besides, you look really uncomfortable sitting like that - blocking him from my view. Chill, girlfriend...

2. The businessman in the opposite corner is diligently working on his computer and ignoring me. It's really amazing how long you can stare at someone and they don't feel or notice it. Is he really that absorbed in his work? Or is he more absorbed with not making eye contact with the creepy girl staring at him? 

3. This nerdy pseudo-cowboy dude somehow has game. The girl he's with is super obnoxious, but she's pretty. Way to go, cowboy. 

4. A young guy in a grey beret just walked in. Dark hair. There we go. Pretty blue eyes. Stare stare stare. Eye contact made. I feel awkward. He feels awkward. Perhaps because I'm staring and writing at the same time. Ponder. Stare. Ah, look away. Look away! Pretend I'm absorbed in my computer now. This is embarrassing. 

Perhaps I need to be drunk for this task...or perhaps I'm missing the point.




1 comment:

  1. :D I really hope the grey beret guy turns out to be the love of your life.

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