I finished work early so I went to E’s office and waited ’til he’s done.
I stayed at the building lobby and people-watched.
A girl walked by and I stared at her. It was more like a stare of admiration.
She is what some people would call unconventional beauty. I’m not sure if it’s just how she looked or if it was the whole package — the combination of how she walked like she was walking on clouds, how her blouse fit her body nicely, the zebra-print jeggings, the black beachy-waved hair, and her pleasant-looking minimally made up face.
I don’t have the words to describe it, but it’s one of those types of looks that could go totally wrong if it wasn’t done the way she did it. Everything looked perfect. I wish you could’ve seen her.
I’m not a fashionable girl. I don’t even know if I’m using the word “fashionable” right. So I tend to really appreciate fashionable people. I was also itching to ask her where she had her hair done. But I wasn’t feeling sociable. And is that an ok question to ask a stranger?
I feel like I had been looking at her (in awe) for a good few seconds when she caught me looking at her. Ugh.
Isn’t it rude to stare???
What have I done?!
I decided to look at her with smize-y eyes and smiled.
She smiled back and went on her merry way.
Maybe it helped that I don’t have a bitchy-looking stare face. But I wish I won’t ever do that again.
Moral of the story: Don’t Stare.
If someone stares at you — and I’m talking specifically about getting stared at by another girl — don’t immediately assume that she’s an insecure b**** who’s judging everything about you.
Maybe she just wants to know what lipstick you’re wearing.