Why I need to blog more often
So I'm sitting in this coffee shop. There's a guy to my left: button-down shirt, slacks, bent over a calculator, scribbling numbers on a sheet of looseleaf paper. On my right, the poster girl for hipsters: big glasses, skinny braid-as-headband, hemp purse and, of course, the requisite coffee and iPhone. Based purely on appearance, the only thing these two people appear to have in common is the fact that they're currently sharing air at the same place.
She cannot stop looking at him, and these are not just any looks. She's enamored. She's enraptured. She has never seen anything so cute in all her life as this boy and his calculator, and with every glance, she's practically pleading with him to look up and just NOTICE HER ALREADY.
He just dropped his calculator. He leans over to pick it up and for a second, for just a second, he looks like he finally might notice her looking at him ... and then he goes back to his calculator.
OH, MY GOSH. I CANNOT EVEN STAND THIS RIGHT NOW!