|the brit from coat check
||[22 Jan 2007|01:50am]
my duties today included working in the coat check, where i experienced love at first sight... or maybe lust. there was this young man with incredible sideburns who i assisted with his coat. he's cuteness made me blush. i asked him to pay his dollar for my service and he remarked, "is that the same for SAIC students?" in his sexy british accent. "nope, i just need to see your ID" i say. i look at his photo and glance for his name, but his thumb was holding his identity hostage and i found it rude to stare so blankly at his card for too long. i thank him, hand him his coat check token and i as turn away from him still blushing i run right into the wall, having tripped on my pant-leg.
what a goof.
i play out scenarios in my head of asking him to coffee or out for a drink. i think that it is funny because i started the day speaking to guests in my best british accent. now, all i want is to hear him say, "yes"... he could say it with his eyes even. so i wait, and wait for him to return for his green down-feather coat. he does, and i do help him once again-mostly because i push aside my co-workers in desperation to see his kind eyes once more. i grab his coat and hand it to him, thanking him and smiling. our eyes meet, i melt and become mute. it is funny, most of the time i can't shut the fuck up, and when i need my words the most i am a failure to my own tongue.