glancing occasionally,
hoping that my attentive gazing would catch the attention of her peripheral vision,
it wasn’t a predatory decision, but more so out of general interest,
Her beauty was not minimal…….never met her, but I heard her speak once, she was infectiously intellectual, and had a walk that said professional but underlyingly sexual,
she was a boss, going places, with a affinity for higher learning, with her glowing expressionless faces, and a smile that could tame a fire burning, and find itself catching on the face of the graceless,
Why would she give me the time of day, I’m internally flawed, I couldn’t give her it all, well maybe all that I have to give, the fruit she needed to live
But wouldn’t a woman like that require a guy with more than a 9 to 5 gig, like maybe a wealthy fella with more time to give,
As I begin to recollect, our eyes connect, everything is in slow motion, no noise, no commotion, my mind disconnects, I’m transferred into her trance, and although I have a desire for our conversation to advance, my body won’t follow my mind’s commands, I find it difficult to stand, or to breathe even, I feel like dry heaving, words are slurred, vision blurred, crowd faded to black, it’s just me and her, my thoughts obscured,
it’s amazing, the intensity that adhered as a result of her peer, it seems that hours have passed, but as my mind steers clear, it’s only been a couple of seconds,
her attention is drawn in different direction, every little thing that I wanted to express returns to me, and I’m left guessing,
have I missed my one chance at an intriguing first impression,
damn,
on to life’s next lesson.
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