Monday, March 15, 2004
Intimate Stranger
She had remarkable eyes, standing alone with her two nondescript friends beside her at the post office on the corner of Russel Square. Her origins were difficult to discern - native american? mexican? oriental? or all, or some of the above? Re-minisce couldn't help but stare as he queued up to post his (hopefully life-altering) job application. Her eyebrows slightly drawn together, and eyes : dark, slightly preoccupied, bordering on the brink of sadness - yet able at a flash to transform into sheer mirth. Staring blandly into infinity as her two friends exchanged their canadian notes for English currency. There was something hauntingly familiar about her, this complete stranger.
It's difficult, in England to tell if a female on the street is physically attractive - they usually come bundled up heavily against the cold in frumpy jackets (often with furry collars). Sometimes they wear sleek figure-hugging overcoats, and rarely they flaunt it all with an ecstatic shiver. The last are usually anything but, the over-coated are 50-50. The first are anyone's guess.
She fell in the first category. But it didn't matter to Re-minisce. His worst fears confirmed - he's an Eyes man.
A younger and strangely more intrepid Re-minisce would have walked trance-like up to her and blurted "I just had to tell you, you have remarkably beautiful eyes". The re-minisce of today was sorely tempted to...
Their eyes met as she noticed him, noticing her. He walked on past.
A cup of mochaccino later on Russel Square, en-route to Home, re-minisce spotted her again, still standing in the doorway of the post-office staring out to space. They noticed each other again. Re-minisce disregarded the subtle messages his feet were trying to pass to him, and turned the corner.
It would have been the second time in his life he did anything remotely like that.
Ten minutes later, at home, he realises he's forgotten to go to the bank. :|
Deja-vu?
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Re-minisce has to date met several females he considered pretty, and one or two beautiful women. A few with rather nice eyes. But eyes like that - to die for... well, twice in twenty-seven years isn't so bad, hey?
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Nicknacks hithero unposted (but intentions are what counts, right?)
- Re-minisce cooked himself dinner on Saturday; it's been quite a while since he did that. a 24 hour marinaded lamb experiment which got cancelled at last minute's notice and shoved into the freezer for a month, thawed out and stir-fried. It was pretty good. I should cook for myself more often. Washing-up, now that's a bummer.
- I got a crank call Friday, 2 minutes of silence in response to my slightly irritated "Hello??"s, and then a short slice of music. What's the deal with That?? Or was 12 Mar the date of something important. I wish I was better with dates...
- A chance comment from a friend of a friend resulted in Re-minisce discovering that he's been paying far too much council tax over the last two years as a single, very-unmarried batchelor. The result : Next year's bill will amount to £40. How sweet is that?
- Re-minisce has cash in the bank. But how on earth will he get it out of the bank when he goes home to buy his computer parts and laptop. Sim Lim is notorious for needing cold, hard cash. How exactly does one, as a foreigner in his land of birth withdraw one thousand pounds from a bank halfway around the world? Drat. Perhaps I should have left a stash in Singapore after all.
She had remarkable eyes, standing alone with her two nondescript friends beside her at the post office on the corner of Russel Square. Her origins were difficult to discern - native american? mexican? oriental? or all, or some of the above? Re-minisce couldn't help but stare as he queued up to post his (hopefully life-altering) job application. Her eyebrows slightly drawn together, and eyes : dark, slightly preoccupied, bordering on the brink of sadness - yet able at a flash to transform into sheer mirth. Staring blandly into infinity as her two friends exchanged their canadian notes for English currency. There was something hauntingly familiar about her, this complete stranger.
It's difficult, in England to tell if a female on the street is physically attractive - they usually come bundled up heavily against the cold in frumpy jackets (often with furry collars). Sometimes they wear sleek figure-hugging overcoats, and rarely they flaunt it all with an ecstatic shiver. The last are usually anything but, the over-coated are 50-50. The first are anyone's guess.
She fell in the first category. But it didn't matter to Re-minisce. His worst fears confirmed - he's an Eyes man.
A younger and strangely more intrepid Re-minisce would have walked trance-like up to her and blurted "I just had to tell you, you have remarkably beautiful eyes". The re-minisce of today was sorely tempted to...
Their eyes met as she noticed him, noticing her. He walked on past.
A cup of mochaccino later on Russel Square, en-route to Home, re-minisce spotted her again, still standing in the doorway of the post-office staring out to space. They noticed each other again. Re-minisce disregarded the subtle messages his feet were trying to pass to him, and turned the corner.
It would have been the second time in his life he did anything remotely like that.
Ten minutes later, at home, he realises he's forgotten to go to the bank. :|
Deja-vu?
*********
Re-minisce has to date met several females he considered pretty, and one or two beautiful women. A few with rather nice eyes. But eyes like that - to die for... well, twice in twenty-seven years isn't so bad, hey?
**********
Nicknacks hithero unposted (but intentions are what counts, right?)
- Re-minisce cooked himself dinner on Saturday; it's been quite a while since he did that. a 24 hour marinaded lamb experiment which got cancelled at last minute's notice and shoved into the freezer for a month, thawed out and stir-fried. It was pretty good. I should cook for myself more often. Washing-up, now that's a bummer.
- I got a crank call Friday, 2 minutes of silence in response to my slightly irritated "Hello??"s, and then a short slice of music. What's the deal with That?? Or was 12 Mar the date of something important. I wish I was better with dates...
- A chance comment from a friend of a friend resulted in Re-minisce discovering that he's been paying far too much council tax over the last two years as a single, very-unmarried batchelor. The result : Next year's bill will amount to £40. How sweet is that?
- Re-minisce has cash in the bank. But how on earth will he get it out of the bank when he goes home to buy his computer parts and laptop. Sim Lim is notorious for needing cold, hard cash. How exactly does one, as a foreigner in his land of birth withdraw one thousand pounds from a bank halfway around the world? Drat. Perhaps I should have left a stash in Singapore after all.
