Sunday, 14 October 2012

Snapshots: The theatre

Standing in our bathroom, I take one last glance at myself in the mirror and nod in approval. We’re going to the theatre and I walk the fine line with my outfit and makeup, I don’t want to over do it, but I still want to look appropriate.

“How do I look?“

“You look perfect, as always“ he answers and kisses me on my cheek. That doesn’t help much but I secretly smile, satisfied.

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We're waiting at the bus stop, talking about the performance we just saw in the theatre and at the same time, we both notice a young man in his late teens, with a bottle of vodka in the back pocket of his pants.

“He’s probably a freshman, stocking up for a wild party“ I say, thinking of my first year at the university and smiling.

***

The bus arrives and as we're walking towards it I notice a girl I vaguely know. She is a friend of a friend and we aren’t in good relations since our friends birthday. She enters the same bus as we do and we successfully ignore each other. I’d say hello if there would be any eye contact but I prefer to go my way without interacting with her.

***

Just as we're settling down in our seats a young boy sits in front of us and draws a bunch of papers filled with some sort of equations out of his bag. We both lean forward, curious what they might be but I quickly give up, knowing that equations never were my strong point.

***

I lay in bed, hugging him tightly, deeply inhaling his perfume. My body relaxes as his scent fills my nostrils and I close my eyes, feeling safe and happy.

14 comments:

  1. Great description of the people on your journey. People watching is the best.

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    1. It seems that we, bloggers, are just a random bunch of stalkers. :P Glad you liked it.

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  2. Sounds like you were in your happy place that night :)

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  3. I like that little bit about seeing somebody you'd rather not interact with. I always play that off well, never making it seem obvious that I'm avoiding her, just failing to make eye contact.
    Good descriptions :)

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    1. Obviously we're both pros at this, I'm glad I'm not the only one doing this. :)

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  4. Ha I was raised in the South, we are pros at the old um I didn't quite notice you were there thing! Sounds like you would have made me proud the way you pulled that off.

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    1. Awwww, look how sweet are you. :) I'm very pleased that my move would make you proud. *hugs*

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  5. I love the warmth between you two, from these shared experiences, discussions, scents and dreams.

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  6. bliss..should i say:) and the young man with a bottle of vodka in the back pocket of his pants reminds me of my young glory days...lol

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    1. We all had a bottle of vodka stashed somewhere in our young glory days, it seems. :)

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