• So this Sunday I'm going to let her borrow a CD. Last Friday I had promised my mom that I would go to church with her. She's gotten very religious as of lately to the point that she goes to church almost daily. But it doesn't bother me much. I was sitting there with an earphone on when I saw her from the corner of my eye.

  She's short, has blondish hair, and sleepy eyes. I've noticed her in church many times. She reminds me of Gillian Anderson, Julianne Moore, Ellen Feiss, and a prostitute that got arrested in the first edition of COPS: Bad Girls all mixed in one. She's very beautiful. I think she's caught me in a stare a couple of times. She smiled at me once.

  She was walking a group of kids to the bathroom. I don't know what I was thinking but I decided to go and talk to her. As I was walking to her, my mind was going a mile a second thinking about what I should say. I get to her, we make eye contact, and I say The Modern Lovers first album is mandatory listening. She laughs and says Is that so? I ask for her name and she answers me with the name Barbara. Barbara. We talk for a bit and when the kids had done their business she tells me she has to go. I tell her I'll see her around. She smiles at me and goes about her way. I put on my other earphone on, turn the volume all the way up, and stand there with a half-smile on my face while Jonathan Richman misspells the word Girlfriend.

  That Sunday I saw her again. I was standing outside of church with my sister waiting for my mom when I see her waving at me. I tell my sister Don't wait up and go to her. We talked for about 30 minutes about things that people talk about when they first meet someone. She tells me that she loves music. I ask her if I let her borrow a CD would she listen to it and tell me what she thought of it. She answers yeah very ecstatically. I said I would bring it this Sunday. We parted ways and I walked home on account that my mom was long gone. I've narrowed it down to three albums: Jamboree by Beat Happening, The Soft Bulletin by The Flaming Lips, and III by Sebadoh. My friend asked me to take him to recycle his cans tommorow. I'll ask him for his opinion but I'm sure he'll just tell me that I'm being a moron. Maybe he's right.

• <p>and you cant go wrong with your album choices. good luck :)</p><p>eve</p>

  coco_bewareon December 05, 2008   Link

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