Junk Stories

Story 2

As I look out, I see a face, a beautiful, intelligent face. A face with eyes that hold depths that few can begin to understand. A face with lips that appear to be perpetually bemused. A face with crinkles in the cheeks that tell of constant laughter and amusement. A face awe-inspiring and amazing to behold. A face I never want to look away from. A face that is staring right back at me. A face of imagination and wondering, looking at the world through bright, cunning eyes – eyes that are piercing mine, seeming to search for something within me, quietly challenging me to be the best that I can be.

I stare right back, silently challenging him to do the same; I would not back down first, and it seemed he had the same determination. For several minutes we stared at each other, caught up in our challenge and imagination before he slightly chuckled and looked at his companion. Turning to talk to the guy beside him, he murmured something then looked back at me and began to walk forward. What is he doing? Is he heading over here? Why?

He takes a seat at my booth and says, "So, I have a hypothetical for you. If a beautiful woman is staring at an attractive male, and she seems to be unable to look away, would you – hypothetically from the male's perspective – take that as the woman attempting to subtly flirt with you, or would you take that as something more along the lines of you have something on your face?"

Acting as though I am thinking hard, I respond, "Well then, hypothetically, as the male, I would probably check first to ensure that I do, in fact, have nothing on my face, in addition to checking to make sure that all my buttons are properly buttoned on my shirt and my fly up on my shorts. If those are all done properly with nothing on my face, then I would proceed to wonder who the woman is looking at, whether it is indeed, hypothetically, me that she is looking at. She may not be looking at me at all, if that would be the case, I would move on with life. However, if it is the case that she is in fact looking at me, then I would go over and ask her a hypothetical to start the conversation, as an ice breaker, to test whether or not she was flirting. Does that sound good, hypothetically, of course?"

Laughing, he responds, "Wow, smart and beautiful, all wrapped up in one. I guess we both got lucky when I decided to come over to your table tonight, huh? We were able to start this fascinating conversation." Laughing, I silently agreed, not that I would let him know. Instead, I just smile, well it was probably more of a smirk than anything else.

"Yeah, I guess you did get lucky." I retorted, causing him to laugh softly.