One day I looked twice... and something was different

Once upon a time... Okay so this isn't one of those once upon a time things... well maybe it is. Okay let's just skip that part. Today I was on the bus. Which is an occurrence that happens most mornings with the exception of Saturdays and Sundays. I was on the bus and... someone I know... was also on the bus. And although some conversation may or may not have passed between us, for the sake of anonymity we'll just skip that part. I couldn't help regarding this person with some interest. I've know him, yes it's a him, for a while now. And when I first met him I was, in all honesty, intimidated by him.Even though he's a totally nice guy.

Today however, I couldn't help but marvel at how much my opinion of him has changed. And this got me thinking.

So you know when you meet someone and you just kind of acknowledge their existence and then go on with your life? Well I do that a lot. And often times it's those people who seem the most inconsequential that end up being the most important to you. 

For example: Makae, one of my bestest friends. We worked together for quite some time before we finally came to truely acknowledge each other's existence. It wasn't until around this time last year that I even began to speak with her more than just at work. We were having similar situations regarding the opposite gender and then I recommended a book.... and WHAM! We're always talking.

Another example is Michelle, she started out as a work friend of a former roommate (whom I also didn't know would be so awesome). We discovered that we're practically the same person but different! And now we usually eat lunch at least once a week. And make fun of movies together... ha ha.

And my sister-in-law Suzanne... I remember the first time I met her. My brother brought her to Maceys and sort of introduced us. Little did I know that in a short time she'd be a member of my family. I just thought she was some girl my brother had taken a fancy to. I honestly never expected to see her again. 

But I'm talking about a guy here. One morning, not this morning-just to keep it clear, I saw him... and he looked so attractive. I swear I nearly drooled. And that's when it hit me. I find him attractive now! Not that I'm in love with this guy or anything. I just realized that he was attractive to me. He's no longer intimidating and I no longer find it hard to talk to him. It's as simple as that. I think he's a nice, attractive guy. 

So, there is no grand confession of love in here. There are not horribly morbid or scandalous secrets. Just merely this lasting thought: First impressions don't always equal the end result. Sometimes you just have to look deeper and you might find something that surprises you.

Marion- the Librarian

I have determined that my lifelong dream is to be.... (drumroll please) a LIBRARIAN!! As I get further in school and a continual bombardment of "So what are you going  to do with your degree?" is thrown my way I can't but help but cogitate on my future. 

Now just because I have come to the conclusion that I would love to be a librarian it doesn't mean that it's ever going to happen. It's just kind of nice to have an idea of what I would like to do. I feel comfortable around books and I think I would get a great amount of pleasure at doling out books to those who have the same love I do for books. So as I consider my future, I can't help but wonder what I will do... to make this dream of mine an actuality?

...Perhaps Grad school... or not.

As referenced to in the title of this post I must address the source of my inspiration for this dream of mine. There is a scene for "The Music Man" that I love. When Marion, the town librarian, gets serenaded (if it can be considered that) by the Prof. Harold Hill (who is actually a con man). Maybe, subconscously, I too want to have an attractive guy chase me around the library singing and making my heart pound skip a beat.  And besides.... I really want to try out one of those rolling ladders!


All in all, it's kind of nice to have a dream. Something that could possibly be attained by... well me. So now as I posed earlier... what will I do to make this dream of mine a reality? And then I have to wonder... will a guy ever chase me around a library?

Here's the scene from The Music Man... the Shirley Jones version of course.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnFv29iPACc

P.S. I'm not sure if the link is going to work- if not and you're just DYING to watch it... just youtube it.

I choo choo choose you.

SAD: Single Awareness Day a.k.a Valentines day. Recently I confessed to a guest that came to my checkstand that I really did not like Valentines day. He asked me if I was single which I admitted that I was. "You'll feel differently when you're not single." He told me. I didn't agree. Who wants to be romanced on a mandatory romance day? Not me.
In my opinion, I'd rather have a guy take me on a cute little picnic in the middle of June than get some meaningless cliched gifts. Forget the candy, flowers, and cute stuffed animals. Candy just gets eaten, flowers die, and stuffed animals fade.
Valentines day has become so commercialized it just doesn't seem to have any value anymore. To me at least.

What are you thinking?!

Walking across campus I pass good looking guys and the thoughts going through my head are  "ooh he has good hair" or "he's cute".  I am constantly checking guys out. And anyone who knows me knows that I am constantly checking out guys. It's not unusual for me. Heck, I don't think it's unusual for most girls to check out guys as they cross each others paths.
Today, as I walked across campus from the Vet-Science building to Ray B. West I couldn't help but wonder... what are the guys thinking? When they walk across campus and they pass a girl... are they thinking "That girl is cute?" Or do they not care? Are they thinking about beating their latest X-box game or when they're gonna play basketball with their buddies?
Seriously, what is going on in their minds?
That's all I wanted to know. Just what do guys think.
...Perhaps my inquisitive mind does not want to know....

Look at my hair! What 'do can compare with mine today?

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a weakness for arms. A BIG weakness for arms. The kind of arms that are defined and AMAZING. Oh man! But.... being that it is winter and the temperature is usually like... 16 degrees outside, most guys are wearing long sleeves. So... my arm fetish must be set aside only to come out when watching movies and at work (with the guys I work with-but SHH! Don't tell them that.)

In place of the arms... I have developed a taste for...well... hair.

My good friend Makae is the one that got me going on hair, because she's a hair person herself. An even bigger one than me. Everytime we're together she can't stop herself from pointing out some guy with good hair. Or even if he's cute and he doesn't have good hair she'll point it out. 

Because of her influence I am now one of those people who looks at a guy and judges him, loosely, by his hair. On the bus. At work. Any store I'm in. And when I'm watching movies. It's a new weakness in me. A guy with really good hair. 

It's really hard to describe what makes good hair. Good hair is something that is different for every person/guy. So I'll leave it to your imagination to decide what makes a person have good hair or not. 

P.S. I just really like this picture of Chris Pine. He has good hair and he's looking pretty attractive with a slight beard. And those beautiful eyes. (Sigh) Be still my heart!

The way you look tonight...

It has recently come to my attention... that I am intensely attracted to cocky guys. This revelation happened upon me as I sat watching the Star Trek movie with my friend Makae. I was drooling, as per usual, over the main character James T. Kirk. I commented on how he was so arrogant and cocky. And that I liked it. I realized at the moment that I was attracted to cocky guys. And I said so.

Makae, much to my utmost surprise, laughed at me. She was not so surprised. She briefly reviewed those specific indiviuals that I found myself crushing on in the last couple of years, pointing out the fact that they were certainly cocky fellows. I was struck by this. I had never once come to that conclusion before. It was so totally random. And yet... things suddenly made sense for me.

There is nothing wrong with being confident and sure of oneself but most the time it's the guys that KNOW they're good looking, and they KNOW that girls like them. Every time, I swear, I fall for one or a couple. Even armed with the knowledge that nothing is EVER going to happen. I fall for one.

So... my goal is... to find someone who is both confident and humble. Someone who is attractive and nice. Now, don't you go fretting. I'm in NO hurry to get hitched. In fact I'm looking for the opposite of getting married... which I guess is staying single. But it doesn't hurt to look around and find someone who has these (and other) characteristics so that when the time comes.... I'll be ready.

A good rule of thumb for all you readers out there... don't fall for guys (or girls) you work with. It can be awfully awkward when you're pining for them and they're not interested. Just speaking from experience here.

Nice Coat. Merry Christmas to you too. I love you. Marry Me.

I stood, shivering in the cold February air, waiting for the 8th East campus shuttle. I watched as the number of people increased around me. Great, I thought to myself. We're going to have to crowd in.  I hated being pressed up against a bunch of strangers. It was very uncomfortable for me. 

After a few, long minutes standing in the winter air, the 8th East shuttle pulled up next to the sidewalk. Students streamed from the shuttle as I waited for admittance onto the vehicle. As soon as the shuttle emptied the crowd that gathered around me lined up and started getting on. When I got on I saw that most of the seats near the front were taken. I walked all the way to the end of the shuttle and found the last seat at the end of the bus empty. I sat down and shrugged out of my backpack, placing it on my lap. I promptly pulled out a novel and started reading. The shuttle filled up and I watched, from the corner of my eye, as people sat down in seats near me. I was somewhat surprised when a guy in a gray hoodie sat down in the seat next to me. I glanced over to see his black and white backpack on his lap and his red and silver cellphone open as he texted. My attention returned to my book, albeit not fully. Someone sat on the other side of the guy next to me. Another guy. I guess instinctively a guy would rather be close to a girl than another guy. The guy in the gray sweatshirt leaned in closer to me.

I watched as the guy next to me closed his phone and slid it into the pocket of his jeans. His hand brushing my coat and leg. I tried to keep focused on my book. I sensed his eyes on me a couple of times but I couldn't bring myself to catch his gaze. His phone vibrated between use. His hand snaked down to retrieve his phone. He slid the phone from his pocket and I watched. I never realized how attractive it is for a guy to slid his phone slowly from his front pocket.  

You're such a dork! I scolded myself as I forced my eyes back to my book. I read, all the while I tried to watch this guy from the corner of my eye. Trying to get a glimpse of his face and his hair. I noticed his hands. 

They were lightly tan and veiny in a good way. They were attractive, if hands can be attractive. His nails were kept short and neat, just the way I like. I noticed the CTR ring on his index finger. Hmm... 

The bus turned a corner, gray hoodie guy leaned against me. He didn't even try to hold himself away. Just let his side press against mine. Weird tingles started up in my stomach as I tried to concentrate on my book. It was harder when I caught a whiff of his cologne over the dull, wet dog smell of the campus shuttle. 

Someone across the aisle spoke to him. His voice was masculine and pleasant. What does he look like?! I cried inside my head, my eyes still focused on the book. I tried to catch a glimpse of him without turning my head even as he pulled his hood up to cover his hair.

Dang it! I didn't even get to see his hair. I quickly turned my eyes to my book as the bus stopped and he made ready to leave. I watched his back as he decended the steps and walked away. As the bus pulled away I looked out to see him walking away. His black and white backpack on his back and his hood up, hiding his hair. 

I shut my book and placed it back in my backpack. I was a little more relaxed because a large number of people had gotten off at the stop with gray hoodie guy. I couldn't shake the feeling of tingles in my stomach as I exited the bus at my stop. What did he look like? I wondered, walking on the sidewalk in the still cold, February air. 

The only vision remaining of the random guy in a gray hoodie was his hands. Large, slightly tanned hands, with a CTR ring on his index finger.  The tingles in my stomach intensified as I walked home, a faceless stranger haunting my thoughts.