Work is for Losers

Nature Preserve, afternoon-ish



I haven't focused on stuff I should be doing, like finding a job, or learning a language.

I think I would like chicks who hang out at art shows. I think. Positive things, art is a positive force, sometimes.

Nature Preserve, I see a girl sitting on a picnic blanket. She has blond hair, that shouldn't matter but it does. She's wearing this "Welcome to Spring" top, and etc. A pretty girl. She is. Pretty.

I stop. I say (to myself), I should go talk to her. I stare, I keep walking. I turn around, she's bathing in the sun, by the pond, she hasn't looked at me, I can still approach fresh, but I keep walking.

I get to a bench, a little bit further down the pond. I unfold my arts and leisure section and I start reading. On the bench. I look back, I can still make her out, bathing by the sun. I think about who I am. I think about what defines someone, what seperates people from people, boys from men, men from men.

I read the paper.

I head back to her, I've made up my mind. I walk, I look down as I walk. I have no openers, I have no questions. A passing thought. She took my spot. That's what she did. How dare she, that's my spot, I need it back. This is on the spot, there is no hesitation.

"Hi"

"Hi"

"I don't know how to say this, but you're in my spot"

"Haha, I'm sorry"

"I tried the bench down there, and it's just not the same. You really jacked my spot"

"We can share the spot"

"Alright"

I layed down, she offered me some clothes to lie on. I took a sweatshirt.

"Yeah, I tried the bench too, I couldn't handle it"

I don't want to reinitiate the whole thing. We had a good vibe. We both like nature. At one point, I said, "I'm really happy". And she was happy too. So she smoked a little pot. So she hates hummus. People just need to be educated.

A guy friend came in to the picture, that she knew. They went for a boat ride, which she invited me on, but I declined. It's more alpha to be okay with not following a girl for a little bit. And they did come back.

We parted, afterwards. I didn't ask for her screenname, but the handshake she gave me had a little squeeze in it. It's ok, I'm confident enough to know that I have a good chance of seeing her again.

Acting my age can bring good things. Like knowing when to appreciate little moments, and let them go. Would I develop a relationship with this girl, in my last semester in college? Who knows!

Be Water, My Friend
-Bruce Lee