I Want You To Notice, When I'm Not Around

This weekend has been so cool.

I woke up on Saturday to find that some lovely person had done ALL my work for me, leaving me free to do whatever I wanted for the rest of the weekend. As I had no work, I clambered on the train to Portsmouth, where I looked at boats for a few hours. Whilst looking at boats, I met this guy, Ryan. It was love at first sight. I'd dropped my walkman, and the batteries had rolled across the pavement. I chased after them, not looking where I was going, and bumped straight into him. I stopped, looked up into his warm brown eyes. He didn't move, but stood staring at me. After what seemed like hours, my face flushed, and I bent down the pick up the remainder of my walkman. Due to my ungracefulness, I then fell over, flat on my back. He laughed, offered me his hand, and pulled me up. I rubbed the debris, gathered from the pavement, off my back, and laughed too, mostly out of complete humiliation. He told me his name, and offered to look for a new walkman with me. We dawdled to the shopping centre, talking in that excited way that you do when you meet someone new. In fact, we were talking so animatedly, that he walked into a lampost. Thank God he was just as clumsy as me. We found a cheapish walkman, and I realised that it was actually time for me to go home. We said goodbye at the train station, I climbed onto the train (I had to climb, the step was huge), and sat down. I turned to wave out the window, bumping my head on the glass. Luckily, he didn't see. He'd already gone.

I sighed, and took the new walkman out of its box, looking for something to take my mind off going back home.

Yeh, that was bullshit. I will never meet Ryan. But hey, I can still hope, right?