Becoming The Overman

I REMEMBERED OLIVIA today and it made me smile. She was a younger girl I knew back when I was a senior at West Johnston High School, then either a freshman or a sophomore, but I really liked her. She was beautiful, unique, charismatic, intelligent, and all in all GOOD. But she was younger than me and I was afraid to talk to her, because I'm an idiot. So, we never gained a real sturdy friendship, although I'd secretly hoped she liked me.

Well, here I am a year later sitting on my lunch break at Ruby Tuesday, alone, thinking about Shauna and things of that nature as I always do when no one is around, when I begin asking myself what I really am looking for in a girl that A) I have not yet found and B) the girls that have of recent years not possessed. I realized all I wanted was someone who I liked, who had a good personality and was pretty, to like me back and not need me to convince them of my feelings. Someone who would be ecstatic to go on a first date with me, who really wanted to ask me but was maybe too scared or nervous until I asked first. In my own, personal nutshell, I want someone to like me who I like first.

But that's when her face slapped itself onto my brain, and I thought of her as possibly the one who got away. I wanted to see her again, and I sprung out of my booth like that's exactly what I was going to do that instant. What meant the most -- and this is very important to the story -- is that as I walked past my fellow co-workers I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her. They'd ask why, and I'd say that is was nothing, but really it was her, and I smiled all the way to the kitchen and back again, eventually got in my car and listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band till the smile faded into sleep...I think I'll write her a song now.