There's this stunningly gorgeous colleague who also happens to be a good friend of mine, though I don't get to meet her as often as I would like to. And when we finally meet, it's like a riot of laughter. She'll imitate people and make faces so funny, gulping food becomes a problem.
The one weird thing about her is that she stares at people. I mean she keeps staaaaaaaring as long as someone or something doesn't jolt her from her trance! To top it all, she does so point blank! She'll stare at someone in the elevator, in the cafeteria, in the breakout area and in places I've yet to spy on. She isn't even gender specific. In sure one of these days a lady will make a move on her if she doesn't cut down on those glares! That'll be a spectacle!
There are enough pretty lasses to ogle at and had I been so vain (I'm not sure if that's the right word), I would have spent a better part of my life gleefully peering at them. But I'm sure the retaliation would then be hard and annihilating since I'm nowhere as cute as my pretty friend. It's an unfair world!
Addendum: When confronted with the threat of exposing her idiosyncrasy, this is how she defended herself: arre i dont stare ..its jus that i forget wat im doing n start think of somethin else...n btw,i start looking only wen im sure the person is nit noticing..
I'm wearing a rather remarkable shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and...
I generally dislike Wagner. However, I heard a piece by him today and it was sublime and breathtakingly beautiful.
I just can't take it anymore. I should have moved on long back but lingered in the hopes of a miracle. It was not to be and I've fin...