Wednesday March 6th 2002

One of the things I missed most about being single and can now appreciate experiencing once again - far more than I could before - is the agony of the coy glance.

There is an attractive young woman who rides the same bus route home with me.  I don't see her every day, and there are many days when I'm seated well ahead of her and don't get more than that first glimpse.  She looks like a bit of a loner.  She looks like me.

She has dark hair and glasses, and is usually reading something - John Irving's 'Prayer for Owen Meany', or 'Cider House Rules'.  When she's not, she's dreaming - gazing out the window at nothing in particular.  She rarely speaks to anyone, rarely so much as glances at anyone.

Once in a while our eyes meet by chance, and quickly part - just two passengers who happened to look each other's way at the same time.

I missed this sort of thing.  I missed wondering what a mysterious person I'm attracting to is thinking, whether she's ever thinking about me, or whether she's looking at me when I'm not looking at her.  I used to find it painful.  I thought it was unfair torture.  Now I take it as the pleasure it is - I actually enjoy it.

I used to not want to be caught looking.  Now I like that too.  I want her to know she's attractive, and that I wonder about her, and what she's like.  The reality in this case is that she's probably too young for me, although I'm not a very good judge of age.  It's also likely the case we'll never have occasion to say anything to each other.

I hope she's there tomorrow  :)

On another subject:
I discovered this page is pretty darn ugly in Netscape, or so it seemed to me.  At noon I had time at work to redo my background and rearrange a few other things more to my liking, so I think I've fixed most of the problems.  The ads are puzzling me; they only seem to appear in Netscape, not IE, which makes me wonder who's paying who around here.  Sorry about the scripting error that pops up occasionally - chances are I can't do much about it but I'll try tracking it down.
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