“I’m Married”

Just a glimpse of her face inside Super Flea, but I was sure I’d seen her before.  I checked the mobile/locals features on my phone’s PoF and OKC apps, but got nothing.  Oh well.  I was leaving, anyway.  I’d sold off this week’s portion of my childhood to pay for the mistakes of my adulthood, and there isn’t much left there I haven’t seen.

There she is in the parking lot walking ahead of me, so I call out, “Hey, are you on one of the dating sites?”  She either doesn’t hear or is ignoring me, so I grunt/snort and continue toward my car.

She turns, so I ask again, inoffensively smiling and cordial: “Are you on one of the dating sites, like Plenty of Fish or OK Cupid?”

With a cringe, and a waggle of the hand with her ring-finger and an aura of absolute disgust, she replies, “I’m married.”

“I’ll be right back.  Hang out with my cousin here for a while.”

She’s beautiful.

But then, most objectively average females are “beautiful” when you’re in high school.  Hell, they’re beautiful when you’re a man.  Maybe because they remind you of all the ones you missed when you were young, or maybe just because they’re soft and unblemished and absent the rusty armor of years.  Our caveman self still wants to fuck anywoman with shiny hair.

I shift from one foot to another.  She looks around, desperately trying to find someone other than this awkward geek, this creep, this weird little fucker.

I figure I should talk, right?  Say something.  We’re at the school off-hours.  Picking up yearbooks.

“So, did you get a yearboo–” is all I get out.  She recognizes someone, and calls out to them with an enthusiastic wave.

“OH hey!”

And she’s gone.   Not a word to me, but she might as well have uttered some ancient, horrific curse.

She walks to her car.  Mine is right there, so I get inside.

Maybe she thought I was following her.

Maybe she thought I was dangerous.

There are a lot of maybes here that would mitigate her being such a goddamned mother-fucking cunt to me.

Anyway, fuck ’em all.  Fuck ’em all to fucking Hell.