Monday, July 24, 2006
Slut on a tricycle
AHHHHH. I went down to Video-Ezy Southbank, and guess who was on duty??!! It was Video-ezy!! I was excited (despite already knowing his schedule and thus expecting to see him there already, hahah- Oh shit. I'm becoming a stalker, aren't I?)
That cheeky bugger (I wanted to use the word bastard, but let's respect others. Especially the others that we have strong feelings of limerence towards.) SAW ME (through the glass windows) and LOOKED DOWN AND AWAY. Thanks Video-Ezy! I feel loved. Then I entered and he was all, "Hi, how's it going?" as if that little dao moment didn't just happen. ("Good, thanks!") But I'm going to cut him some slack. I know he's shy. I understand. I'm shy too, Video-Ezy. Wouldn't we make a good match, two shy little people who'll jump at every loud noise and bury our heads under sand everytime we feel threatened? Hmm? Yes? No? Sounds good to me.
So I asked, "Can you check whether it's overdue for me?"
So, and I swear this, but I'm not trying to make any implications or draw any conclusions, he scans the DVD (plus some others that someone returned before me) and his hands were trembling likes leaves (like in some Japanese haiku...
Leaves so brown and dry
Trembling as the cool wind blows
Look! My pants are gone!)
That's just an aside.
Turns out The Last Emperor DVD was overdue.
"But the fine's like, 50 cents."
"Oh. I don't have any money with me."
"Oh, that's ok, you can pay the next time you come in."
Awkward pause.
Then I decide to just go for it.
"You know what you should do?"
No, he doesn't know what I think he should do. Or, to put it more accurately, he doesn't know what I presume I am entitled to think he should do, like I'm the boss of him now.
"You should, like, you know, like, at the Video-Ezy store at Victoria Market, like, put little slips of paper in the DVDs that say, 'Hi! I'm due on Friday!"
He looks down, nods, and laughs his endearing little moronic laugh. You know, those kinds of laughs that go "PerBerherherher", except make it lower and moronic, you know, like some idiotic kind of silly billy clumsy nervous boy laugh. (Geez, I'm eloquent.)
"So.... erm, I'll pay the fine the next time I come in."
"Yeah, sure."
"Ok, thank you." (I say in as sweet and grateful a voice I can manage despite my tongue feeling like lead)
"No worries."
So I turned and left and felt pleased and then felt stupid and then regretted not talking to him about Napolean Dynamite, which was the other DVD I was renting when he started a conversation I was too embarassed to join in because my idiot brother and sister were there. Ah well.
Anyway, I walked back to my apartment, feeling kind of sad because I have way too much work to be thinking of renting more DVDs (or thinking of the boys that rent them out). Guess who I saw? A-----, walking out of the apartment presumably to buy smokes from CE Mart. I noticed he cut his hair. It's not that much shorter, but somehow he looked diminished in my eyes.
(Lit students, this is your cue to overanalyse.)
That cheeky bugger (I wanted to use the word bastard, but let's respect others. Especially the others that we have strong feelings of limerence towards.) SAW ME (through the glass windows) and LOOKED DOWN AND AWAY. Thanks Video-Ezy! I feel loved. Then I entered and he was all, "Hi, how's it going?" as if that little dao moment didn't just happen. ("Good, thanks!") But I'm going to cut him some slack. I know he's shy. I understand. I'm shy too, Video-Ezy. Wouldn't we make a good match, two shy little people who'll jump at every loud noise and bury our heads under sand everytime we feel threatened? Hmm? Yes? No? Sounds good to me.
So I asked, "Can you check whether it's overdue for me?"
So, and I swear this, but I'm not trying to make any implications or draw any conclusions, he scans the DVD (plus some others that someone returned before me) and his hands were trembling likes leaves (like in some Japanese haiku...
Leaves so brown and dry
Trembling as the cool wind blows
Look! My pants are gone!)
That's just an aside.
Turns out The Last Emperor DVD was overdue.
"But the fine's like, 50 cents."
"Oh. I don't have any money with me."
"Oh, that's ok, you can pay the next time you come in."
Awkward pause.
Then I decide to just go for it.
"You know what you should do?"
No, he doesn't know what I think he should do. Or, to put it more accurately, he doesn't know what I presume I am entitled to think he should do, like I'm the boss of him now.
"You should, like, you know, like, at the Video-Ezy store at Victoria Market, like, put little slips of paper in the DVDs that say, 'Hi! I'm due on Friday!"
He looks down, nods, and laughs his endearing little moronic laugh. You know, those kinds of laughs that go "PerBerherherher", except make it lower and moronic, you know, like some idiotic kind of silly billy clumsy nervous boy laugh. (Geez, I'm eloquent.)
"So.... erm, I'll pay the fine the next time I come in."
"Yeah, sure."
"Ok, thank you." (I say in as sweet and grateful a voice I can manage despite my tongue feeling like lead)
"No worries."
So I turned and left and felt pleased and then felt stupid and then regretted not talking to him about Napolean Dynamite, which was the other DVD I was renting when he started a conversation I was too embarassed to join in because my idiot brother and sister were there. Ah well.
Anyway, I walked back to my apartment, feeling kind of sad because I have way too much work to be thinking of renting more DVDs (or thinking of the boys that rent them out). Guess who I saw? A-----, walking out of the apartment presumably to buy smokes from CE Mart. I noticed he cut his hair. It's not that much shorter, but somehow he looked diminished in my eyes.
(Lit students, this is your cue to overanalyse.)
Labels: Boys
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