Some things can't be left unsaid. Tonight I met the most beautiful girl I have ever joked around with. I noticed her early, who wouldn't?, I ask you - sure enough I wasn't the only one - and after a while it turned out she was the friend of a friend. Well, leave well enough alone, and keep beautiful women at arms length where they can't cause you harm or complicate things, you reply. But Ney! To my great tickling satisfaction and bottomless fear she also presented a wit to match her beauty. A tounge fast as a snake in the grass and power of imagination worthy of a great fireside storyteller.
I jest I know. But fact is, oh brother she was nice. Such a nice girl, so funny and witty and yes, undeniably beautiful. Boys stepped in her path all night trying their best drunken pick-up lines, or just stood in the looming shadows, staring at the sun.
So now, I predict the following. I will see her again (somehow, god knows how), things will be great until I actually admit some romantic motives, at which point everything turns into an awkwardness of titanical proportions. I will dream, but nothing will materialise. She will be another spectre passing through.
Did I mention her name? Of course not, this is the internet, and laws aside I wouldn't write just anything. She has the most lovely name, I fell on my ass when I heard it. H. I had never ever in my life imagined a H could look and smile like this H. My H, as she is the only H I know.
That's all I wanted to say, I think.
