i like geeks. With purses. And lots of geeky love.

For the past, i dunno, about a week now? So yeah, for the past week my way to school has been lightened up a little. Quite a bit.
It appears I like geeks.
It appears i'm in a big hole called romanticism.

It's a beautiful, beautiful hole. I'm all sucked up in it and i like it a lot.
It makes me do things. Quite extraordinary things, yet so simple and delicate they're barely noticeable. This pitch black, wooden hole of romance is making me smile. This entirety of darkness and spring breezes is making me change my hairdo and walk like a woman.

He's tall and he's skinny and he has blonde geek hair, a black coat covering most of his slim body up. It makes him appear even taller, i think. I imagined him naked and whenever i do he's a little less tall so i can kiss him perfectly well in all kinds of cinderella manners i've been told about.They are true girl&boy kisses.

It's a very intimate feeling. All it does is make me feel crushed. I'm not a girl for usual relationships, it seems. All that was ever given to me was one big true love breaking my heart and useless attempts out of pure boredom and being suffocated by my surroundings.
Now there is something new.

He is passing me by every little morning and every time I grin when he rushes away into the train - he's always nearly letting it pass, he's always almost too late. Seconds later i smile at him through the whide, yellowed windows of the tube wether he's looking or not.

That's the time of the day I like most. For a week it's been my  favourite time of the day. If i had to fill out a survey about favourite times of days i'd  check the box  next to where it says "7.27am - 7.29am". It's a very very good time of day for me.

He's got the geek-purse. It's beautiful, black leather, with a long leather band sliding around his long, long upper body and back. He's always walking very upright. It's a big purse and you can tell it's been used for a little while now,  contrasting his black, new fleece coat.
I like his shoes, too. Men never wear good shoes, do they. There's the emo or rock kids with their Converse looking like bummers and the slick types with their smooth sneakers or black boots looking overdressed. Also the ones with their white-white-white sneakers which they love more than anything else.
He's got perfect shoes.

Every time I close my eyes seing him step inside the train. I count to four, it's one and two and three and four, my fingers counting down - then i open my eyes up again. I try to find him, catch a glimpse of him inside the packed train. I'm feeling like i'm window shopping and wish i could just shoplift him. From where i'm passing the street as the train takes a turn and leaves in my direction.
I've never been the type for the usual relationships. Really.

He's beautiful and I just wanna kiss him.He's a geek. You can tell entirely from looking at him. He's got clear skin and a beautiful face structure. With the way he rushes by you can almost smell his awkward way of talking - atleast that's what i pretend to smell.
When he's gone i forget him again for the rest of the day. He just doesn't appear again. But the very next morning he's there again, rushing by, catching his train, me passing by being amused by my reaction to his random appearance in my system.

I'm waiting for the day he'll miss it for the first time, having to notice me.