I had the most bizarre and uncharacteristic day today. I hope everyone who knows me will say, in general, that I'm not very klutzy. Sure, I can do stupid things and fall on my face with the best of them, but I'd say that's the exception rather than the rule with me (I think? Maybe I'm wrong :D).
Today, though, I had a hard time keeping myself together. It being a Sunday, I decided I'd go to St Paul's for eucharist to hear the choir sing Haydn's "Missa Sancti Nicolai". I was fine until I got there (apart from nearly knocking over a little girl on my way down the tube stairs). Just as the Gloria started, however, a wandsman came to the end of my row with a couple in tow, wanting to seat them in the middle of the row. I stepped back as far as I could (which wasn't far) to let them pass....and lost my balance, nearly pitching over backwards onto the chair and having to flail my arms wildly to keep upright :D. The next set of people who were shown to the middle of my row were saved from my flailing when I realised that it was easier to step completely out of the row into the aisle, so that was fine. I soon forgot about it.
Then, as I turned to face the Gospel, I lost my balance and stumbled on my feet. Sitting down for prayers, I didn't look where I was sitting and nearly fell off my seat. Swivelling in my seat to let people pass for communion, I nearly kicked a woman in the knees. All of this within the space of one service! :)
After eucharist, I decided the best thing to do was to go get a cup of tea and sit somewhere I couldn't maim anyone. lol. I took my book over to Starbucks, therefore, and sat down with my tea in a cushy chair by the door. A few minutes later, I felt a presence next to me and looked up into a pair of turquoise eyes that belonged to one of the cutest guys I've seen in a long time :D. He was probably about my age, dressed in jeans and a Polo sweater over a white shirt. He asked, in a perfectly cultured posh accent if I would mind if he shared my table. Startled, I said I wouldn't and, after an exchange of smiles, he sat down and buried himself in what looked like some sort of textbook.
Now, you may think I'm going somewhere with this story. Honestly, I wish I were! The truth of the matter is that NOTHING HAPPENED. *sigh* I went back to my book, occasionally looking up surreptitiously to study him from behind its pages, and when I was done with my tea and ready to go, I stood, answered his warm smile with one of my own, and walked out the door.
Missed opportunity number 1.
I'd already decided I'd also go to Evensong, just to get myself out of the flat for as long as possible (Eelin is studying for an important exam and I'm trying to stay out of her way). I walked in, sat myself down, flipped open my order of service to see which hymns were being sung, and again felt a presence stop beside me. Looked up, again, into a pair of blue eyes (less turquoise, more gray) and warm smile, and again had a cute guy in a posh accent ask if the seat next to me was taken. I responded that it wasn't (actually, the entire rest of the row was empty!), and he sat down next to me.
I think you know where this story is going...
Again, I didn't do a thing. He accidentally brushed against me as we stood as the clergy and choir entered and apologised with a flirty smile, which I returned, saying "no problem".
Then the klutziness returned. Being at the end of the row, the collection basket came to me last during the final hymn and I continued to sing as I waited for a wandsman to pick it up. He finally appeared (a sweet old man) and I placed the basket on top of the stack he was already holding. Well, I guess I mustn't have placed it very well, because it toppled over and coins and envelopes went flying everywhere.
I think I stared down at the money in shock for a few seconds (I swear, the whole thing felt like it happened in slow motion), before I bent down to start gathering it all together again, absolutely mortified. The wandsman bent down too...and so did the cute guy. We got it done within a few moments and I apologised profusely, probably as red as a tomato, and thanked the cute guy in a whisper. He shrugged off my thanks with a smile, and we turned our attention back to the hymn.
After the service, cute guy and I exchanged smiles again as he stood to leave. Feeling like it was probably safer for everyone if I just went home, I headed for the tube...
...and nearly fell down the escalator :).
*sigh* Thank goodness I'm safe at home now!
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3 comments:
I can't believe he didn't ask you out! Or that you didn't ask him out! What was all the flirting for? And turquoise eyes? What, was he an anime character?
Tsk tsk!
Well, you know me! Not exactly one for doing the asking out myself and, afaik, British guys have a reputation for being shy in that department too :). Then again, I may have just totally misinterpreted the whole thing! lol. On the other hand, I had TWO random guys hit on me today and one of them asked me out to lunch. Unfortunately, both were older and not that attractive!
As for turquoise eyes, maybe a better way to describe them is as being startlingly blue - you know that incredibly bright blue that looks as if someone has photoshopped a picture and over-saturated it? Yeah, that was it :).
You mean like Mr. McNally's eyes? Ah, I wonder how he's doing.
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