So, it's been a long time since I have posted anything and that is because school takes up a lot of my time and that is considering the fact that I am hating school - almost done, but the last couple of days that are left are the hardest because I know I have to work hard now.
Anyway, I want to start a new segment called, "A tale from an 18 year old gal," - just like the headline indicates. I am going to write small stories from my life. Here is the first one:
“The Girl who liked a guy, who played the guitar, talked with a British accent and had a girlfriend.”
Gal (that is what I am going to call me :p), was so excited. She was going to a singing weekend with all her friends (or at least one good friend and a whole bunch of people with whom she shared the same interest). She’d been talking about this all week and now the weekend was finally here. Saturday she got up at seven – even though she wasn’t to meet the others for three hours – and got ready. She wore her new jeans and a top that she liked, a top that she knew she looked semi good in, put on her basic make up and put her hair in a ponytail so she could show of her earrings that were shaped like small stereos. All Star shoes and she considered a hat, but thought to herself: “I’m already ‘wearing’ a ponytail – too much with the hat as well”. She went out and met the other girls at the train station. She was the first one there, but another girl arrived short after. Gal didn’t know what to say to the other girl so they just sat in awkward silence for about 15 minutes only looking up and smiling at each other once a while. To Gal’s big delight her friend, (let’s just call her Smart) came. The two girls talked and talked till the rest of the girls came and they went on the train to the place where they were going to spend the entire day singing, a church.
“Jump, yeah, that’s good, now, yell! Haha, good! Okay, now run on the spot and stop! And run! And stop! Okay, okay. Sit down” One of the helpers/instructors/bad translators said and started to introduce herself, the other helpers/instructors/bad translators, and the hosts/instructors/British persons. Of course Gal and Smart started talking about other things and didn’t get the names of any of the people. Smart started talking about economics and how she loved when economics of scale was to be reached in a country (Gal knew nothing about economics and she still hadn’t figured out what economics of scale was even though her teachers had talked about it for almost three years), so Gal started to pretend listening and started to look around in the church and that was when she saw him. He was wearing a black and white shirt, kinda baggy jeans and Timberland shoes. His hair was messy and he was humming to himself. Gal noticed that he wasn’t any of the participants of the weekend; he was sitting in the back with all stereo equipment. He looked at her, but she turned away fast, why she did that is still a mystery to her, even to this day. Smart was still talking, but she’d moved on to why Mac computers were better that Microsoft.
“…and they are just so much lighter.” Smart said. That was the only part Gal had gotten. She looked back again to see if the guy was there, but he was gone. The day finally started for real and Gal and Smart was having a jolly old time (a good time) and in the break they thought of getting something to eat so they bought some candy. The thing about the candy was though that it was two years old. Gal and Smart had wondered why the candy was so cheap and figured that was why. They went back to the church and Gal saw the guy again. He smiled at her – he had a really nice smile, warm and cute – and she smiled back. She could feel things moving her in stomach and first she figured it was because of the guy’s smiles, but then she realized that it was the two year old candy. She was about to tell Smart what she had felt, but she could see in Smart’s face that she had realized the same and the girls hurried to the toilets. They came back and continued the day whit lots of singing and for Gal, lots of smiling to the guy. The day ended and the girl parted. On her way home Gal thought of the guy.
The next day Gal was even more excited about going to the church. “Jump, yeah, that’s good, now, yell! Haha, good! Okay, now run on the spot and stop! And run! And stop! Okay, okay. Sit down” the helpers/instructors/bad translators from yesterday said. This day was like the day before, just with more singing. Gal was sad. The guy was nowhere to be seen and Smart had stopped talking. Later the same day they were going to a mass/concert. Gal was thrilled. The guy was there and what better was, he was playing the guitar. Gal didn’t know what to do. He was just perfect. He seemed to like gospel music (it was a gospel weekend), he had a cute smile, she’d heart him talking to one of the instructors with a British accent – an accent that she just adored – and he played the guitar. Gal started thinking. According to her New Year’s Resolution anno 2010, she was to find a friend who played the guitar – check – and get that friend to help her play guitar. Was he it? She was sitting in a church, was this a sign from God? Should she do something? Ask him to teach her? Okay, she thought, next time I see him, I am going to ask him if he gives lessons, she thought. She was animated. This was to be the best day ever! She gathered some confidence and went to the guy. He was so much cuter close up.
“Hi,” she muttered. The guy just looked at her, but not really looking at her. “Do you,” she said and then a girl, much taller than Gal, much prettier than Gal came up and kissed the guy him his mouth. Gal froze for a minute and then she turned around and left.
Normally, a girl like Gal would laugh, but that was exactly what she did :p She laugh all the way to Smart who thought she was laughing because of a really bad joke. She laughed all through the concert and when the instructors told her to smile she just thought of the incident with the guy, who played the guitar, talked with a British accent and had a girlfriend.
Moral of this story (if you can call it that):
- All the good guys are always, married, gay, a celebrity, in relationships or just not interested – story of Gal’s life…
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