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The door closed behind me and I sighed. This last one has been the worst of the 3 job interviews I had today. Somehow I managed to tell the manager that I 'don't really frequently touch people in inappropriate places when he asked me how my ride here was. Screwing up is just an understatement in this case.
Let's just blame it on a bad day. Yes just a bad day. Which also explains why my bus didn't show up and how I forgot to take money with me for a cab, meaning I have to walk 3 miles home. At least the sun is shining. There is an ice cream stand across the street. And I could really go for some strawberry and lemon ice cream right now. That would probably cheer me up a little. However to achieve my icy treat I would have to cross the street. And the other side of the street was filled with people in grey suits walking around like a bunch of ants. Screaming into their phones. Grey and grey with a hint of dark blue every now and then. Crawling to masses on their way home from their boring jobs. They probably spend most of their day discussing the shade of grey of their bosses new suit by the water cooler with their just as boring co-workers. I'm actually glad I fucked up my interviews, I don't think I could stand to become one of those suits. Who am I kidding, I would kill to be like that, it would be nice to know I finally did something right.

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All of the sudden something across the street caught my eye. Well more someone than something.

The most beautiful woman I ever saw. Right there, only a couple of steps away from me.
Her beauty was extraordinarily, like the women on the huge bill boards are. The kind of women who were shaped by the most expensive personal trainers and were photo shopped about a gazillion times too.
Her hair was raven black, her eyes bright grey blue-ish and her lips the kind of red that many roses would be jealous of, that is if roses could be jealous of course.
And I'm staring, I should really stop staring at her now.
Shit too late, she saw me, she probably thinks I'm a freak now.
'Hi.'
Oh my god, she is talking to me, how did she get her so quickly, maybe because I keep talking to myself. I should really say something to her.
'Uhm... h-hi.'
'Why were you looking at me?'
Shit shit shit shit. She was smiling though, and her teeth were a gorgeous virgin white, not that she was likely to be a virgin with a body like that.
'I uhh..'
'Is it because you think I'm hot?'
'Yes.'

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Nooo. Nooo you idiot, you should say she looks nice, smart or cute, anything really anything but hot. You have watched plenty of chick flicks, you should know this.
'Do you want me?'
'Excuse me?'
She has to be kidding, like the girls in school do. Or maybe she's a prostitute. That could be it. Yes yes she probably is. Whatever it is, I was right about the not being a virgin part.
'Do you want me?'
She was leaning in closer now, almost whispering it into my ear. And she was so close to me, my god. I could feel the heat of her body on mine.
Every single fibre in my body was screaming yes, unfortunately I had a lump in my throat that prevented me from speaking. And breathing like normal people do apparently, because I was gasping for air.
'I-I..'
'Yes you, do you see anybody else here.'
Come to think if there wasn't anybody, while just a minute ago I could have sworn there were the normal amount of people here walking home from work or from school. Or have I really been talking to myself that long. I hope not.
'You know what I'll just give you my phone number and you can call me when you make up your mind alright.'

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Just like that she turned around and walked away. And in my left hand I held a small crumbled note with her number scrambled on it.

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