12.17.2004

A long week, done

I talked last Tuesday with a girl that I worked with at the bookstore about a year ago. She left to work and study in Crete and Greece at the beginning of 04, and during her time there, she had sent me postcard. (I'm guessing that she sent everyone that gave her their address got one, but that's beyond the point.) It was a pleasant surprise to see her postcard in the mail, and I really appreciated it. Fast forward to this Fall: this August, as I was leaving the theater after Garden State, I passed by her on the street. We had a brief conversation in passing. I couldn't for the life of me remember her name(although I knew she worked at the store, and went to crete), until, of course, I got home. I felt like a complete prick.
When I got home, I tried to look all over the place for that postcard. Curses! I'm such a pack rat; I never throw anything away, and then that anything evolves into something, and then that something becomes an unmanageable mass of paper in which i can't find anything. Convoluted sentence...
I couldn't find that postcard, and it pissed me off.
I have a cool desk in my living room that is almost completely hidden by paper. So, I decided to buy a cheap office desk for my bedroom that I could keep my paperwork on, thereby clearing the nicer desk. I basically removed all the paperwork from one desk to another.
I know at this point you are saying, "dude, you really need to get rid of that paper."
The cat has taken a liking to that desk. Not a very interesting note, except for the fact that every now and again, a few of envelopes and paperwork fall off and get shuffled about. This happens for about a week.
Now, back to this Tuesday. She exits, and I enter the bookstore. We have this really nice and easy flowing conversation together. Seemed really comfortable and unforced. I was very close to asking her out, but I didn't.
The next morning, the first thing I see when I get up is that postcard from Crete. It was almost jumping out at me, saying "Here!! Look at me!!"
If one were inclined to look for signs in everyday occurences, they'd certainly be here.

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