I encountered eager eyes recently at the library. This was followed by smiling, and flirtatious body language, from a girl standing otherwise idly near the catalogue computers. She struck me as silly; I smiled, and she came right over and asked me what I was doing. I was using a catalogue computer. She wasted no time in asking if I thought she was cute. I affirmed it, and she took this as an invitation to share my computer and consider my search results. She remained exceedingly friendly while making suggestions and recommending titles, but I thought her recommendations seemed, a bit haphazard, and I declined them. When I headed to the shelves for my book she kept right behind me. She seemed innocent of the library's "climate of privacy," and although I began to feel awkward by her attention and giggling and carrying on, her "cuteness" maintained its appeal.
In order to prevent her from taking a table with me I kept walking, and I lead her to the magazine section. She picked out a swimwear catalogue and asked me if I liked girls. I replied, "The World is our family - and I like all people." She declared me "weird." I started moving again and she quickly followed up with compensatory compliments.
She did carry a book with her, and finally she started a gentle song and dance - lifting her feet and tapping the book on her knees. She started singing, "La-coo-ka-ra-cha, la-coo-ka-ra-cha," and she asked me to join her! I was curious about her age, so she held up her hands and told me, "I'm this many," and displayed six digits.
In order to prevent her from taking a table with me I kept walking, and I lead her to the magazine section. She picked out a swimwear catalogue and asked me if I liked girls. I replied, "The World is our family - and I like all people." She declared me "weird." I started moving again and she quickly followed up with compensatory compliments.
She did carry a book with her, and finally she started a gentle song and dance - lifting her feet and tapping the book on her knees. She started singing, "La-coo-ka-ra-cha, la-coo-ka-ra-cha," and she asked me to join her! I was curious about her age, so she held up her hands and told me, "I'm this many," and displayed six digits.
1 comment:
Hey Artist! I love the way you wrote this. I wondered the whole time exactly the girls age. I thought she was probably a youngster with her constantly persuasive behavior asking if you liked her or not-adults are not usually so brave, especially if they're feeling unloved. This is a wonderful short story, and a wonderful experience to read about. Thanks for sharing it.
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