She Walks With Me

So I was feeling a bit dizzy today. It’s been like that for a while now. I hope nothing is wrong with me. I just have been feeling drained and out of it physically.

And today I was riding the bus home when a girl gets on. I look at her and think, “She’s pretty.” She sits next to me and looks over and smiles a beautiful smile. I smile back and look away. When I look back, she’s smiling at me again and smirks. I smirk back and look away. When I look back she’s smiling again and I KNOW what’s up. She thinks I’m cute too.

But I shrug it off because I don’t want to talk to women right now. When they flirt with me I may flirt back but mostly I just ignore it. I don’t have anything to offer a woman right now, I can barely take care of myself. I think it’s foolish to try to be with someone when you can’t add anything to their life.

But I knew she was interested and I ignored it saying to myself, “If she wants to know me she better say something.”

Then she leans over and says, “Is this McConnell Street?”

I shake my head no.

Ok. She is bold enough so let me entertain this.

“Do you live in this neighborhood?” I ask her.

“I live on Trotman,” she says and I raise my eyebrow. “I live on Trotman too.”

“Where do you usually get off?” she asks.

“At the Circle cuz I don’t want to walk residential streets by myself at night.”

“Oh well tonight you can walk with me,” she suggests.

I pull the string to let the driver know I need to get off and she follows me.

We start talking immediately as we step side by side down the dark street. She’s light brown skinned and petite like me. She is so pretty and girly and I feel like the coolest boy in school walking with the cute girl as we walk together.

“So where are you coming from?” I ask.

“Work,” she says and smiles. She’s blushing.

“Where are you coming from?”

“School.”

“Oh what are you studying?”

I laugh. Whenever anyone asks me this I feel weird because it seems like such a big deal to me and I can’t believe it when I get to say, “I’m becoming a Relationship Therapist.”

“Wow! So you’re gonna be like Dr. Phil?”

“Um, maybe. Just way cuter and less abrasive,” I reply.

She laughs. “I see SOMEONE is kinda….”

“Secure in who she is. Confident in her abilities. Aware of what she can do,” I finish for her.

“I was gonna say conceited,” she retorts. “But you can have that. Do you have kids?” she asks.

“Yes, I do. Two. Do you?”

“No,” she shakes her head and looks at the ground. “I love kids. Love to play with them but none are coming out of my body. It doesn’t feel right.”

I’ve definitely heard that before.

“Well, lemme guess how old you are,” i tell her. I’m really good at that. I guess it comes from so many years of studying people.

Before I could guess she says, “I can tell you about you.”

I laugh, “Go ahead.”

“You are into poetry,” she begins.

Damn.

“And you are a good person. You’ve been hurt by a man before. Deeply hurt. He loved you but not in the way you believe love should be shown so you don’t believe he did. Now you just play games, not games, but you play with people’s minds a little and you don’t give anyone a chance to really get close to you for some reason.”

“So, you’re a psychic?”

She laughs. “No. I just know your type.”

“So I’m a type?”

“No. I mean, I just have this intuition.”

“Me too,” I tell her. “Everyone gives off an energy and I can see it and know what they are really feeling. What their real motivations are behind every action and the things they say.”

“So what did you feel about me?” she asks.

“Um. Your energy is light. As in, not heavy. You’re light hearted and free and sweet.”

She smiles.

“Wait,” I ask her as we cross yet another street. “How do you know about my poetry? Are you one of my fans?”

She laughs and looks at me.

“Fans?”

“Yeah. I get it. You get on my bus, happen to live on my street and you know so much about me. You’ve been researching me haven’t you?”

“What?”

“Who sent you to talk to me?”

She giggles. “Wow. I forgot. You can be paranoid sometimes.”

“Not sometimes, ALL THE TIME. Now tell me what they want to know and why they sent you and I may just give you the information you need.”

She stops mid stride. “Who is THEY?”

“THEM!” I exclaim. I love fucking with her. “The ones who are following us,” I whisper and gesture toward the empty street behind us.

She laughs a hearty laugh and asks, “Why would you have fans?”

“I don’t know,” I reply and put my hands in my pockets. I can see our shadows bouncing down the street ahead of us as we near our corner. “I guess I live an interesting life and people want to know what’s going to happen next.”

“Well what’s your name?”

“Stop playing. You already know my name.”

She laughs. “No I don’t.”

“Yeah right. They sent you and you know who I am already. Don’t play games.”

She’s giggling like crazy as we turn the corner.

“Ok, bye,” she says.

I don’t say bye back. I’m laughing at our interaction when i hear a bang. I look over and this chick is standing in front of the apartments right across the street from mine. She’s fishing through her bag looking for her key.

Damn, she lives too close. I walk into my building and close the gate and laugh as I enter my messy place. She’s cute. I wonder why I met her today.