I am sitting through lots of boring, monotonous, redundant classes. In a room full of 80 basically good looking people. But there is this one.... and I just can't keep my eyes off of him. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He could be on a magazine cover for.... anything. And of course, he knows it. I know he thinks he's the greatest thing on the planet. You can tell from his mannerisms, walk, smile. So I have tried to keep my distance. Too young, too cocky, too pretty. But oh-so-nice to look at.
Until the end of the week, I'd managed to avoid talking to him. I guess I got caught gazing longingly one too many times though, because he eventually sat down by me during one of our ever-stimulating classes. He starts in with some mild flirting. Which in his world looks like using his beautiful southern accent to ask me to go get things for him, or he's making cute comments about the lecture under his breathe for my benefit. Mostly though, he is demonstrating that he is dumb as a box of rocks.
And so the last shred of hope that maybe I was mistaken in my assessment of him as a dumb blonde was destroyed. And now when I see him, the Pretty is overshadowed by the Dumb. That's really going to spoil my only form of entertainment in class this week.
Why didn't I tell him "Don't talk, just sit there and look pretty for me" ???
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Ah yes, its sad that such a pleasant exterior is often accompanied by a vast emptiness between the ears.
Being pretty and knowing it is annoying, being pretty and not knowing it is confounding, and being not pretty and not knowing it is exasperating!
Ah well, How much longer until the classes are over with?
Mermaid, I think you should mess with him...just a little. And then blog it!
mermaid, you are FUNNY. you really should tell him to shut it and just sit pretty.
yes, when you come back?
I will be back mid-Feb.
As for messing with him a bit, I intend to. Monday in class he kept trying to catch my eye and smiling. The on breaks asking me dumb questions. So, he wants to play, I will play. Will let you know how it goes :-)
Hi Mermaid ~ Love your blog! I had a similar thing happen to me too! I met this amazingly hot boy on my birthday in Nov and gave him my card. He never called but then I ran into him on the 17th at a social function. We exchanged cards (he lost it the first time - yeah, right) and then he called me that Sunday!!! I couldn't believe it. I never expected him to call. We had a decent conversation with mostly him talking about his past job and then he suddenly had to go. So, I thought I'd call him a few days later and when I did, he was sooooo young, immature, and dumb that I couldn't carry the conversation at all. I actually had to cut the conversation short. One of my friends is telling me to just go out with him for fun (he kisses really well - yes, I was a bit drunk on my birthday). But I can't even imagine chatting with him again. He's modelicious, but that's just not enough. No wonder I'm still single... but at least I'm having fun.
Your friend from HS,
~The tennis grrl
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