Sharing some babble..*pokes at ‘A chance meeting’*

Okay….below is the bit of babble I mentioned in my previous entry….although not all that I’ve written in there either…I’ve got about two more paragraphs but 1) I’m not overly happy with how it goes, and 2) Names mentioned would answer someones annoying question, and I refuse to give them that satisfaction just yet. *laughs*

So as I have nothing of importance going on in my head tonight it seems…here it is…

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A Chance Meeting

As I drove along the road, I suddenly felt the urge to go to the bookstore cafe’. It’s not someplace I’d really gone, I’d stopped in at the book store of course, on the rare occasion that I couldn’t find the book I wanted in the book store in the mall. The mall was just always easier, and more convient. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for as I scanned the shelves. My eyes fell on a book of Shakespear’s sonnets. I had always had a passing fancy with the story of Romeo and Juilet, but recently, I had decided to expand my own mind, and delve deeper into the writer’s works, picking up a copy of Hamlet, as well as Romeo and Juilet. I had read it, and enjoyed it, benifiting from the fact that the copy I had picked up also had a ‘plain’ English version written across from the beautifully written ‘old’ English. Picking up the book from the shelf, I flipped it over in my hands, and scanned through the pages abit. No ‘plain’ English translation for me here, but still, something told me I had to have this book, and I had to have it now.

I carried the book from the shelves to the register, glancing over in the direction of the little cafe’ that rested inside the store. I had no set time that I had to be home, and I really didn’t want to go back just to stare at the walls, listening to the constant noise of the televison in the background. As my sister had been urging me to be more social of late, I thought, perhaps this is a chance to be social, without really being social. I’d sit and read, or attempt to, for a bit. Perhaps it would be a first step in a new me. Thanking the cashier beind the counter, I took my change, and bag, heading for the counter on the opposite end of the store. Purchasing a English Toffee cappuccino, I found myself a table, and sat down. Pulling the book from the bag, I flipped through the first couple title pages, looking for start of the actual poems.

While I pondered over the words before my eyes, I sensed, more than saw, someone else enter the little cafe’ area. Looking up from the pages in front of me, my eyes caught grey-blue ones that had just happened to glance my way at the same time. The man smiled, and remebering my sister’s instructions of what I should be doing while out in public, I managed a small smile in return, before dropping my eyes back down to the book I held in my hands. Still, there was something vaguely familiar, a voice in the back of my head telling me that I should know something about this stranger who had taken up residence at the next table over.

Glancing over the edge of the book in my hands, I watched as the man sipped at his coffee. Once more our eyes met, and I looked away, feeling myself flush slightly, embaressed that I had been caught looking his way again. I had managed to notice that the book that lay on the table beside him was the same one I was attempting now to read. This is one of those ‘start a conversation’ things, I told myself, but that was something I really couldn’t even fanthom doing. Despite being able to write freely and openly, expressing myself to others through my written words, actual face to face communition was a daunting prospect. Truth be told, I was often quite nervous over the phone even, worrying that without the time it too to think of what I was writing, and just speaking, everything would come out wrong.

Still, I kept telling myself, if I was ever to make any friends in the area, eventually I’d have to speak to someone. Once more I looked up, wondering how people ever managed to meet in real life. Looking back through those people I had met in my own lifetime, I was never the one to take the initiative. I somehow met the friends I had through school, and from there, those I met outside of school, well they were introduced to me by those I had met at school. There was the short periods of when I had gone to work, and still, I was quiet and waited for others to make the first move. And that’s just the way it’s always going to be, I thought to myself, which is why I can wish and daydream a million times over about anyone I may know just briefly, and know nothing would come of it.

Though this train of thought, I hadn’t realized that I had looked up from the pages once more. Lost in thoughts, I seemingly stared out the window at the passing traffic. Coming back to what was reality, my eyes once more went to the stranger, and again, I found him glance in my direction as well. What I could only describe as an odd sort of panic rose within me, and feeling the red rush to my cheeks, I dropped my eyes back down to the pages before me. Taking a deep breath, in order to try and relax myself once again, I was determined to stay focused on the poetry of Shakespear.

"Excuse me." The masculine voice interrupted my attempt to grasp the words on the page before me. "I couldn’t help but notice," he made in indication to book of sonets, that I was now attempting to use as a sheild of sorts.

"Um…yeah." I tried to smile, really I did. Instead I ended up nervously chewing on my bottom lip.

Still, looking up there was a kind smile on the face that looked down at me, as well as that overwhelming urge that I should know this person. "You just looked a bit, overwhelmed, I thought perhaps…But if I’m intruding…"

"Yes, I mean no, I mean." A frustrated sigh escaped me. If this was a test, I think I’d be getting an big fat F. A soft laugh escaped the man. At least I’m amusing him, I thought, attempting once more to offer up a smile.

"May I?" He asked, hand indicating the chair across from me, and the fact he would like to sit down. Common sense screamed no in my head, as this was a complete stranger, and as a general rule, one does not let complete strangers just sit down at their table…do they? Still, aside from common sense, actually seeming to want to work for me for once, my usual, non-common sense, rather, that little voice in the back of my head that had continued to scream, ‘You should know this guy’. Giving in to the strange little insistant voice, despite the nervous panic threatening in my stomach, which was now saying ‘perhaps an English Toffee cappuccino wasn’t the best choice of drink today’, I nodded to the man. His hand reached across the table, the dreaded handshake of meeting on it’s way, I dread them, they make me nervous as well. Still, I reached my hand out, knowing introductions would come with this as well.

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*pokes at it* *shrugs* I still don’t know about

it. *laughs*

Let’s see…My Jeep did manage to find it’s way home, and in one peice…and with music…So that’s all good.

Made dinner of Pasta Primavera, Marinated Garden Tomatoes, and Peachy Fruit Dip, with green grapes, blackberries, blueberries, and strawberries to dip in it.  It went over well…Harley liked the berry part. *laughs*  Sonja made short work of the tomatoes, and went back for seconds and thirds later.

Brain can not come up with anything else to say…So…I guess that’s it for tonight.