What an existentially lousy and confidence shattering day.
First off I’ve always had this hang up about coincidences and how seriously to take them. Today had some and if i take them literally and they are telling me something it’s not good. First off I go to pick up our own beloved Brandonicus at his work place, which also happens to be my old workplace where I met past girlfriend. We’re headed over to a local cafe because he thinks I’ll dig this girl who works there. On our way down the stairs who is coming up the stairs of the house across the parking lot but the old girlfriend who lives next door. Her new live in boyfriend is of course with her as she has no identity without a nearby penis. This immediately puts me into about a 4 hour funk that’s only broken by another girl oriented coincidence at Hannaford grocery at about 7. More on that in a minute. Another coincidence happened a short time later.
But first let me admit to a couple of George Costanza moments.
First off it bothered me that her boyfriend wasn’t appreciably less attractive than me. I wanted him to be as ugly as her ex, or maybe still current, husband who is a monstrous troll of a redneck. Didn’t get a good look at him but he appeared to be more than presentable. This irks me. Very Costanza. But that’s not it.
It also annoys me that she looked better than she ever did when we were together. Part of this may be for that same tendency on display in that Seinfeld episode where George can’t wait to get out of the relationship, it might have been with Susan but I’m not sure, and how it pains him to walk the steps to her apartment and have this pressure on him. Then he is rid of her and he longs to be walking those stairs with her when he sees her and can’t believe how much more attractive she is and starts singing “Hey, if you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world, wont you tell her…that I love her…HEY!” and so on while lounging sadly on Jerry’s couch. Then he gets her back and again just about drags himself up her stairs and feels trapped and wants out.
It’s human nature I guess. But for a moment I wanted up those steps instead of that guy. And she really did look good.
But hey I’m not stupid and I know its not so pretty a picture close up. Still I was funked for a few hours and could think of little else even as Brandonicus and I chatted at the Love Boat Cafe or whatver it was called. And coincidentally it looks as if she’ll be working across the street from where I live as I once worked at the aforementioned facility across from where she lives. More coincidence.
I mean what do I have to do to escape all this? What are they trying to tell me?
So we go over to the Love Shack Cafe to meet this girl who immediately reminds me of the girlfriend of a guy who’s good friends with the ex girlfriends brother. As I’m thinking this and feeling no spark or interest from her that friend of brother-boyfriend walks right by. He doesn’t live in that area anymore but there he goes. More coincidence.
So we head back to B dogs place with me still wearing my Tracyfunk. At this point don’t care that the Love Is A Many Splendored Thing Cafe girl goes nowhere. Wasn’t expecting anything and not in the mood after the wanton display of normalcy on those steps a little while earlier. I stay for a bit, watch some short films and flip through a screenplay book which keeps mentioning a character named Olivia in a screenplay format example. Strut and Olivia. Strut and Olivia. I keep reading this out loud while our erstwhile Brandonicus tries to ignore me. I realize it’s later than I thought and I want to get to Hannaford before the fish section closes at 7 and take off. I’m still funking, tried to drown my funk in pizza that I’ve been jonesing for but couldn’t find anyone interested, and I enter the store with all this weighing on my mind and looking for an escape.
I’ve mentioned a woman I was crushing on in posts and haiku’s on this site but I don’t think I’ve mentioned her name. Well it’s Olivia as in Strut and Olivia. And I walk into the fruit area of Hannaford and there she is. A cute little girl that is apparently her daughter is with her.
I’ve never seen her outside of her workplace except for a job related party back in the Fall. I’d hoped I would eventually. And now of all times there she is. She’s on one side of a fruit stand and I’m on the other with banners announcing prices per pound strung up between up so that I kind of had to peer around to get each other in line of sight while we said hi at each other. Eventually I come around this side, make a half assed comment about Bosc pears and I get the feeling she can’t wait to get away from me. She moves away, doesn’t introduce me to her daughter, and just generally seems less than excited to see me.
So she smiles politely, makes a half-assed laugh at my Bosc pear comment and disappears out of the fruit and produce area in a surreptitious but committed fashion like she’s trying to get out of a wake for someone she wasn’t all that close to but came to say her goodbyes to out of propriety.
Thing is she also gave off this air of loneliness and sadness, and here was someone she knows and has expressed at least professional fondness for, and she can’t wait to get away from me.
Terrific I scream to myself! Tracyfunk now all gone!
Hello to much more general and all encompassing pathetic and undesirable, the window of opportunity on you has closed funk. Much Better!
Now I’ve heard Olivia is a bit introverted, maybe even more than a bit depending on how i take it, but am I being too hard on myself for thinking her hasty retreat and lack of warmth indicate pure and unadulterated disgust or fear? Did she think it too coincidental and wonder if I was stalking her? I think she knows I may have a thing for her and I know my name has been coming up around her too much lately due to a couple of friends dropping it. But damn I’m funny and charming around her most of the time. Well at least funny and personable anyway. So what’s up with the running for the exits and snubbing me on the daughter intro?
After all this goes down I get an image of us in a movie. I see that scene at Hannaford from above as it’s being filmed by a director doing a study on loneliness and repression. I could see these two people seperated by those banners with prices which were a metaphor for the walls of shyness, hurt, fear, or whatever that alot of people put up. Two people alone in a supermarket as perhaps they are in life, and they can’t get through the banners and stands of fruit.
In the movie it would still come crashing together. The walls would crumble. Maybe just a crack at first. But a light would shine through. The coincidences would be real and meaningful if only in a deux ex machina or directors poetic device kind of way.
But this isn’t a movie and maybe coincidence is just a cigar and her unavailability and disinterest is exactly what it appears to be. Certainly there was no light shining through the cracks seperating the condiment and breakfast items aisles before we left the store as would have happened if we were writ in celluloid.
So I’m feeling funky. At least it’s no longer concentrated Tracyfunk which is good though it looks like I’ll be running into her more with her across the street and it being spring time. This still irks me as it did earlier in this post. That has not changed. I get a series of women related coincidences with an overriding message that I’m universally despised by the species. Or maybe just overlooked. Whatever. Coincidences are now on notice.




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