Brief Encounter

I love my boyfriend. In fact, I love him so much I might just be with him forever and ever until I die. If he'll have me. But despite this, or maybe because of this, well actually more despite this, there is something thrilling in stolen glances from somebody you think is cute.  What I feel for my boyfriend goes beyond physical attraction. Yes, I love to look at him, I think he is hot and handsome and scrummy etc etc. But sometimes you can stare so long at the roses you miss the tulips or daisies that are dotted around nearby. I use this analogy because roses are supposedly the most superior flower, or they're always perceived and conveyed that way. Whereas tulips and daisies are not.  So today on the train home a young guy was sitting on a seat across the aisle. He was cute. He was a worker of some sort (i.e. he had paint streaked jogging bottoms). I looked at him when he sat down, and I thought I saw him look at me too. This is always dangerous, because then, even when you don't want to, you get caught up in the "can I catch them looking?" game.  Anyway, I did. A few times.  And then he got off a few stops before me. Not before I had moved to the seat directly opposite him, so that I had a bit more freedom than next to the larger guy who looked slightly like a hybrid of Wall Street and The Godfather. When the cute worker guy got up, he looked at me before he got up. I know this because I saw he was making motions to get up and so I looked at him. And he looked through the window at me when he walks along the platform. I know this also because I was looking out the window to see if he would look at me again. And that is the sum total of my life with cute worker guy. And that is nice. Because I know nothing, this will fade as a memory, and tomorrow when I see my boyfriend I will love him just as much, if not more, than I do today.
I have had soooo many of these brief encounters over the years, and I enjoy them. Looks can say what words can't. Looks can say what you don't dare verbalise. Looks can say things that you don't want to say because actually what would be the point in saying them? You're sat on a train, no one else is good looking, it was almost inevitable that the two of you exchange glances.   Such is life. C'est la vie. 
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Today I wore grey jeans for the first time in weeks, months even.  Today I was also slightly more creative and on the ball and confident. Coincidence? I'm going to test this theory next week sometime.  Also today, I heard someone yawn really loudly on the train. It amused me.

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This is the reason I don't write very regularly. I haven't got enough to say.