The possibility of seeing a reunited Slint in Chicago is...well, possible. Leigh called me last night with the idea of me flying out that weekend in March to visit her and go to the show. I'd been thinking the very same thing but had yet to bring it up. Anyway, turns out tickets are an outrageous $70, after pretty much selling out both nights, so I'm not too into that. There's a chance, though, if Leigh can work her scenester magic, that we might get a cheaper pair of tickets. We'll see.
Totally unrelated, but what the fuck is going on with this weather? It's January and like 65 degrees, for chrissake. I don't like it. For one, it just doesn't feel right—not while I'm stuck inside all day at work. Secondly, my winter wardrobe is far superior to my warm weather wardrobe. Sweaters and jeans, sweaters and jeans, man. I look good in sweaters, goddamn it. Today, I wore my coat but had it unzipped. Then, when I got to the office, I had to take my sweater off because of the ridiculous heat in our building. I'd go outside to smoke and it was just cold enough that I was chilly in my t-shirt. Dumb. And another reason to move. This bipolar swamp beast must die.
So while I'm rambling and everything, I guess I'll tell you about something I was thinkin' on early today. It's maybe kind of creepy in a way, but I don't care. See, I have this fantasy that I will someday meet a girl who is as lonely as I am. Maybe I'll meet her walking in my neighborhood or on the train on the way home from work. Yeah, on the train. Ok.
I notice her while waiting on the platform. She's cute, but relatively nondescript. She just got off work and, like me, is waiting to go home. The train arrives and we board. I sit down in an empty seat on left side of the car. The girl takes the seat next to me. The chimes sound, the doors close, and we're off. I'm reading the newspaper (light reading, the Style section) and she pulls out a printed document from one of those accordion-type legal folders and begins reading. After a few minutes, I notice she's put the papers away and is sitting with her head in her hands. I continue to act like I'm reading. We pass a few stops. She doesn't move. I get the sense that something is going wrong in this young lady's life. Finally, I say excuse me and ask her what's the matter. She turns and says “Oh, nothing. I just had a bad day at work. I'm fine.” I ask her if she's sure she's ok. She starts to speak but then pauses. We look at each other intensely for a moment as our eyes lock and then she smiles.
Funny thing is this actually happened the other day. Except when I finally said excuse me, and she turned to look at me, all I could say was “This is my stop.”
Your Friend,
The Coward
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Yeah, this weather blows. I just looked outside and the fog is as thick as pea soup. (This is in Alexandria, VA.) And, although today wasn't "cold" as it should be in January, it was definitely "raw," what with the rain. Lovely.
Wow, quite a story, the girl on the train, etc. Maybe you could do one of those ads on craigslist, like, when people send a personal to someone they met in passing: "Upset girl on train, wearing, blah blah..." I don't know, I have heard you could do that stuff on craigslist, but I'd definitely be too scared to try such a thing. Like, what if a whole bunch of scary women claim to be your train girl. But that's my paranoid mind at work.
Ah, like an "I Saw You" ad? I don't think it would do me any good. For one, this encounter on the train was completely inconsequential. If she did happen to read it, it wouldn't register. If it did, she'd probably assume I'm a big creep.
I just need to work on being more outgoing. That's my biggest problem when it comes to meeting anyone new.
Thanks for the suggestion, though.
I hear you. I am not outgoing either. If I'm out and I see somebody who interests me in some way, these days I'm more likely to do absolutely nothing than even smile. It's tough.
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