He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.”
It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swivelled from one exit to another.
The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up.
So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat.
"Hi," I said with a little smile.
He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"I’m fine," he said flatly without ever looking back.
"I really like your hair," I said. “It looks soft."
That’s about when it got…..weird.
He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely.
But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her.
"Wait, don’t be like that," I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…"
"What!" he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo.
And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?”
Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end.
"DUDE," he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY."
That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”
I cant believe I almost scrolled past this.
this post is gold
I reblogged this so fast, I think I hurt my finger
I finally made a Giveaway again! 8D Mainly because I really really want to give stuff away. Tbh it’s fun, really fun. I hope you enjoy this cute giveaway uvu
Be sure to read the rules though!!
This is what you’ll get i you win:
✿ This Emoticon Kitty sweater!!!
✿ An Alpaca plushie!!!
✿ And a bunch of candy from sweden!!!
Rules and information:
♥ This giveaway is for everyone! No need to follow me!I do appreciate if you did follow me but I’d rather have you follow me because you want to, not because you have to.
♥ No giveaway blogs!
♥ You need to be over 18 or have your parents permission to have things sent to you. Because you do need to be comfortable with giving me your address.
♥Reblogs and likes both counts as entries, but only one per person mainly because only one reblog will show up among the notes uvu
♥ I will use random.org to pick a winner.
♥ You do not need to worry about the shipping! uvu
♥ You will get 3 packages so you know. Otherwise it will cost an unnecessary amount of money for me
♥ If you win you need to tell me if you’re allergic to anything or if there’s anything you don’t like.♥The alpaca will be 17 cm and in a random colour and accessory.
♥ The giveaway will end in a month on the 16th may, on my birthday! uvu
♥ If the winner does not reply in 48 hours i will pick a new one.
♥ I won’t post who the winner is.
♥Also if this giveaway get a lot of notes there is a big chance I will add another price! uvu So be sure to check out if there’s been more updates! I will tag my giveaway as Yaoigiveaway
Goodluck everyone!!! /)>v<(\
Hope this will be as fun for you as it is for me! ♥v♥
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.
Ira Glass (via coffeestainsandcigarettes)