I was walking to the library today (it was closed...Happy President's day) and I saw a post-it note laying in the debris on the side of the highway.
Scrawled on it in black sharpie was: "Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?"
I couldn't help but wonder the story behind this little note. Did it mean something to somebody? Why did they throw it out of the car? Was this a note written in 1992 at a bar named Big Manny's, where Susan and Brett first laid eyes on each other? Now suddenly, Susan has decided that she just can't deal with the Brett's crazy lifestyle because let's face it, they are now almost 40 and he still hasn't put a ring on her finger. As she drove away with all her belongings, she found this old declaration of love and remembering the Brett that she fell in love with, went back home. When she arrived, was he down on one knee in the middle of the livingroom surrounded by candles and holding a spectacularly green, ribbon clad box from Tiffany's? Let's hope so! Or maybe it was just written by some sweaty Jersey guy, hoping that his chains and greasy hair, along with this pick up line, would score him some ass on Valentines Day. I don't think I'll ever know the answer to this mystery, but I'm hoping it was the first scenario. And I wish I had taken a picture of the piece of paper, so I never forget that true love really can exist.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Number of times that I cried: 2. Honestly though, it was a great day/ night spent in the city, doing girl things like shopping and watching chick flicks. I went to see Confessions of a Shopaholic, which incidently was quite heart-warming, despite the materialistic overtones implied by the title. I had read the books a few summers ago, but I want to re-read them. (Hence, my visit to the library...) I also read He's Just Not That Into You, and I must say, the book is much better than the movie. I enjoyed it though. Overall, I'm happy to be a single 20 something, because I have plans. Those plans do not include Coby Pizza Guy (who is in my phone like that because I was on my way from the bar to eat late night pizza when I met him) who texted me this message on Valentine's Day- "hey cutie. i ment to tell u how beautiful you are and i really like your personality. you should call me tonite and we'll meet up" Ye-ye-yeahhh right~! I have no time in my life for that. I'll hold out for the guy that actually is, in fact, into me.
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It had been one hell of a Valentine's shift at the baked-bean tasting factory. I'd got through sixteen cans in less than 4 hours. I heard that the cleaners quit after seeing the mess. Driving home in the early-a.m. darkness, I started getting dizzy and faint. Pulling over to the side of the road, I stumbled out of the car and fell down, blacking out. When I woke up, shining bright bare feet were in my line of vision. I heard a softly feminine voice say: "Did it hurt? When you fell from your car?" Too smackgobbed to speak, I just lay there staring at the feet, then I blacked out again. The feet were gone when I woke up, and in their place was a post-it note. I picked the note up, and had the urge to go to an all-night diner staffed by a waitress I liked. She had never agreed to go out with me before, but I just wanted to try one last time. I handed her the post-it note, and on her face a broad smile appeared. "This is incredible! Yes, of course I will go out with you!" she didn't say, and went back to clearing plates. I left the diner, never to return. I never saw her again, and never knew what became of the post-it note, or the shining bright bare feet belonging to the voice that filled me with such false hopes and vain dreams.
Wow, that was fun to read. Who are you, David?
I started reading Miss Kate's blog a couple of months ago, and saw that she follows yours too. I do comments at Kate's as well. I don't know either of you in real life, I'm just some random British chap :)
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