Over the past week or so, I have come to the firm conclusion that women are just distractions in an otherwise very simple and thus, very happy existence. You can play video games, read books, brag and act cool without being labeled a try-hard pimp and so forth. Guys are generally more accepting towards the needs of other guys, whether they say it or not. Girls, however, demand time, attention, affection, devotion, loyalty, and occassionally, money. With steadfast adamantium, I decided not to get into any serious relationship until I could find someone more suited for me.
And yet, about an hour ago, something changed all of my views in the blink twinkle of an eye and the tug of a mouth. There I was, standing on the train, trying to master the art of balance by finding a stance that was neither too forward, nor too back, nor too left, nor too right. At each station, more and more people seemed to cram into the train, but I had wisely chosen to stay at the end of the carriage instead of amongst the masses. At each stop, I smiled, waved, "Live long and prosper"’ed and winked at the remaining passengers that had not made it into the sardine can, or otherwise waited for trains yet to come. Two girls from the neighbouring school, Mercedes College, were seated below the window I winked out of. I glanced down and saw one of them watching at me wink. As I met her eyes, she smiled, and for a moment I was taken aback. Not knowing what else to do, and deciding to trust instinct, I smiled back. I looked away, shyly or guiltily, as if to apologise for teasing the people beyond the window.
The rest of the ride was spent smiling for reasons I couldn’t explain. I felt very pleased with myself, although I can’t say why I had reason to. Something within me was flying. You know those really cheesy books that say, "she melted at the sound of his voice" or something similar? Well I would have died if she had spoken to me, if only to say "Hello".
What was this strange phenomenon? Her smile is burned into my mind’s eye, an image never to be forgotten. Thank you, my new friend, for the gift of hope.