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I was at the Boulder Bookstore today, walking around, taking a break from work since I was almost faling asleep. I thought I'd look for a book to read, knowing very well that I had a paper due for Art History tommorrow which I have yet to start. Obviously, staying up until 3:00am the previous day, fully understanding what I needed to do today didn't help my justification in finding something else to dispose my time with. I wanted to pick up a book by Irvine Welsh, so I looked in the alphabeticaly sorted Literature section under 'B' having no idea why.
Finally realizing where my mind had gone, I b-lined it to 'W', passing a young women sitting, reading quitely in one of the many chairs speckled throughout the store. I thought she was cute and made a little eye contact, found Trainspotting and passed her all cool and shit, holding the book beside my back so she could very well see what great piece of English literature I had chosen.
Going down stairs to the register, I realized I didn't want to pay 16 bucks for a book I've already read. I looked briskly at the meager used books section hopes of finding the same title with a price break. No dice. So I headed upstairs to put the book back and maybe get another eyeful of that girl.
I passed by her again, I wasn't staring at her, but just towards where I was going, which was almost the same direction. She looked up and it took a few seconds for me to register this fact. I must have been staring at her the entire time. I'm pretty easy to spot with blue hair, but there's a million hippy-lookin girls in Boulder.
Getting a better look at her, I realized- she looked familar... was she an old friend? Someone I met at the few parties I attened? I put the book back and saw that right next to Welsh's "Trainspotting" was Rebecca Wells' "Ya Ya Sisterhood", which my sister has been raving about. I looked at the cover and it hit me who that women was sitting down and where I had seen her before.
I've drawn that girl during a figure painting class a few weeks before. I can't really totally grasp the feeling you get when you've seen someone just on the street being themselves, after you've drawn them totally nude, know every impurity and beauty of their body and have charcoal renderings of them littering your room. I was going to say something, but how do you talk to someone that you've seen naked and haven't fucked.... or even know their name?
I got downstairs again, trying to hold myself back from totally loosing it in laughter and found "Trainspotting" down the street at Trident for 6 bucks, again, coupled with "Ya Ya Sisterhood" What a funny companion.
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