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Date Posted: 11:02:56 09/08/07 Sat
Author: grasshopper (pining)
Subject: Dr Scott

Ran into someone today...someone I used to work with, completely at random - I was heading to a bar I didn't know was shut, she was just off the train from a three-day 'all things Shakespeare' conference clutching only her A4 folder (black and purple) and (I think) her handbag - light travelling for three days, but to be honest that thought never appeared at the time...

See, I was about to cross the road when I looked up - directly infront and across the road; a part of me recognised her instantly, the concious part took a second. Then I pulled one of my hands from my denim jacket pocket for a discreet wave, she saw I was crossing took another two steps on then wheeled herself around for the polite hello.

My God. Nothing else needs to be said. I could tell you that I never noticed the supposed handbag - or the shoes for that matter, which is (I think) a Cardinal Sin when it comes to ladies - hell I never even mentioned her earrings to her (antiqued-brass discs, they reminded me of some form of tribal Moon-God disc). I guess my eyes just never went that low...I can tell you that she'd plucked her eyebrows almost to Death (which gutted me. They used to be like her lips - full and luscious - just like all hair above the neck should be), and was wearing no makeup that I could discern (if you were a straight woman you'd hate her - that's all I'm saying). I can also tell you that her 'talk' (the fact that she was giving a speech/thing at all really impressed me) was on the third day of the conference and this was not good - basically everyone was busy getting drunk Saturday night while she was reviewing her notes. Apparently there were no leather patches (on the elbows of the guys, as I explained) but there were some very long beards and a prevaiding air of BO - which all sits nicely with my perceptions of a BSA (British Shakespeare Association) conference. She must have been the Sore Thumb there...

She's now three years into her English PhD (can you just Imagine how sexy that is to a guy like me??!), hoping to finish in six months...when we last crossed paths she was less then a year into the monster, with my crazy stoned drunken self Pining for her - hell not even that, just Looking at her...my ultimate Pedestal Woman.

I don't know whether she dyes her eyebrows or not, but I know that this (publicly) stunning Brunette is really a Redhead; which of course makes her So much better on So many levels.

Of course I didn't ask for her number - do I look like That Guy? We said our goodbyes at the traffic light, I turned around and found out that My Bar was closed turned back around to watch her walking away thinking for a moment maybe I should catch up with her...thought better of it (can you say Stalker?) and took the extremely scenic route to the second-choice Scream pub (what with my Yellow Card For Life on permanent display in my wallet I almost never go anywhere else - £1.75 a pint people and student bars are normally full of student girls, that's all you need to know), via the uni grounds just to make sure that she didn't think I was following her and so I could decant some of my cider into the trusty Old Jamaica Ginger Ale bottle - which is looking more dented then my arm at the minute, so naturally I like it most right now and naturally it is probably going to split it contents all down me very soon. Frankly she can look on me however she wants, just so long as the words Stalker, Wierdo and Pervert are not actively groomed by myself.

God only knows, I'd love to see her True Colours. At the minute she is only smarter, funnier and Way tastier then I am: if she gave up the dye I truly believe she would achieve Force Of Nature status.

Apparently this conference was 'work related', another thing I never got round to asking her about...although I know she wanted to teach English at Uni level, so it's more then possible one of the two Uni's over here has snapped her up (God only knows if I was a professor I'd give her any job she asked for).

Maybe I should go google the (soon to be) good Doctor...I don't know what I'd say to her, but I have some form of handle on what I'd like her to say to me:

...insert some form of Jilly Cooper / Danielle Steele / Playboy Movie scene here, me obviously having had Pectoral implants, then move on...

Finally, Her Lips. God; if it wasn't for those eyes - those thoughtful, penetrating, intelligent, soft Lioness eyes of hers, those Hollywood lips would pass you by. (Complete bollocks, but hey)

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