The Receptionist <3

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Deer In The Headlights

That might as well be me in that picture today, except I’m not lucky enough to have the car hit me to put me out of my misery! No, I get to walk away and think about it all.

The Receptionist

It probably isn’t politically correct to call someone a receptionist any longer especially since the person I’m speaking of does a lot more than just that, but for privacy reasons(hers & mine) I’m just going with that description. Basically I am well infatuated with The Receptionist. She is only here for a year before she returns home, six months of which have already passed. She is smart, she is funny, she is stunningly beautiful, her accent is divine, and she has a boyfriend. So I don’t really know why I allow myself to entertain any hope of any sort that something could possibly ever happen!

I saw her again today, I don’t always as she works on a different floor, when a case for the musical instrument I’m learning to play showed up. I happily went up full of things to say and to talk to her about if she cared to inquire. As soon as I walked in, I was but a deer in the headlights! Went blank. It is a real shame too, because she got up and seemed really interested, asked what it was and loved that I played music(didn’t really tell her I can’t haha), and I’m pretty sure was waiting for me to engage her in conversation. Instead, I just said “great, ok thank you!” and I ran away again.

Retrospection really is a bitch isn’t it! Did she ever look nice today too, totally taken by her. I managed to catch her attention at a work event a few weeks ago, her accent is obvious and I looked up some phrases in her native language so when I came across her I said hello, how are you to her in her language. The first song I am learning to play is also an old folk love song from her home and her name fits perfectly into it 😛

Now… After I learn how to play that song for her, how do I get myself into a situation where she might ask me to play something? I can’t really just walk around with musical instruments all the time hoping I’ll run into her then break into song all about her… Come on internets, give me the answer!

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