The title says it all. She is that indeed. I can't look at her anymore. It really gets me down. If you prepare yourself for failure, when it happens it doesn't hurt as much. On the other hand, if you don't approach something with a positive attitude, then you are bound to fail.
I'd like to think that the world is fair and everyone has a fair shot. But that in fact is not true. If you happen to be a certain race or have certain beliefs that differ from the predominate people around you, it affects your ability to succeed. There is no homogeneous world yet, even in New York. People still have their predisposed ideas about other races. Most people living in New York would claim to be open minded but when it comes to important life decisions like marriage, would they be willing to marry inter-racially? Marriage might be too serious a topic. Would they even consider dating outside their race or ethnicity? When you ask any person who they are looking for in a partner, the general consensus is someone who is nice. Does this mean every nice beast has a chance at scoring with a beauty? This is where chemistry comes in. Everyone has a different idea of what is attractive to them. Some people find simple beauty attractive. Some are attracted to money and power. Rebels have a certain appeal. That's what makes social interaction so diverse.
If this was a movie, I would definitely get the girl. Why? Because I'm that nice guy that has so much to offer once you got to know me. hahaha. I'm that underdog that you want to root for to win, right? Alas, this is not Hollywood.
Yet, I will say good guy underdog FTW!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Inspired by Chasing Pipe Dreams
English has never been my forte, being that it is my second language. I didn't even speak a lick of English until I was 6 years old. I don't normally write. When I do, it's usually some weird and sometimes profound reason that drives me to write. I've never felt real inspiration to write until she became a fixture of my everyday world. At first, it was just something to pass the time going up the elevator. Something to look forward while going to work. It's weird and strange that she is the reason that I started writing. Maybe this is my outlet and I feel like no one can understand why I feel this way. That I must express myself through this medium.
I have lived my life as a cynic, always quick to point out flaws and faults. Yet, when I see her, I can only awe in her beauty. When I picture her in my mind, I can only imagine how special she must be. If she ever reads this, will she be touched by how deep my emotions for her are? Or will she merely quiver at the thought of these unwanted advances?
Indeed, I am merely chasing a pipe dream. I cannot stress how badly I am in over my head. I am the proverbial knife at a gun fight. Is there a chance? Is there anything more cliché than never say never, right? This could be all moot when and if I'm given the chance to get to know her, we have absolutely nothing in common and cannot connect on any level.
Today I got to see her a few times. If I had to go out on a limb, I would have to say she is of Greek descent. She is truly a goddess. It's not a pick-up line sort of expression. I assure you that you would agreed if I showed you her photo. Then again, a photograph may not be able to capture beauty that is so pure. She has all the features of a goddess. It's either that or she's one hell of a siren. Either way, it makes her Greek.
I have lived my life as a cynic, always quick to point out flaws and faults. Yet, when I see her, I can only awe in her beauty. When I picture her in my mind, I can only imagine how special she must be. If she ever reads this, will she be touched by how deep my emotions for her are? Or will she merely quiver at the thought of these unwanted advances?
Indeed, I am merely chasing a pipe dream. I cannot stress how badly I am in over my head. I am the proverbial knife at a gun fight. Is there a chance? Is there anything more cliché than never say never, right? This could be all moot when and if I'm given the chance to get to know her, we have absolutely nothing in common and cannot connect on any level.
Today I got to see her a few times. If I had to go out on a limb, I would have to say she is of Greek descent. She is truly a goddess. It's not a pick-up line sort of expression. I assure you that you would agreed if I showed you her photo. Then again, a photograph may not be able to capture beauty that is so pure. She has all the features of a goddess. It's either that or she's one hell of a siren. Either way, it makes her Greek.
...And So It Has Begun
The ball has started to roll and at the very least, I will know her name. In a few days time. But it is scary to be in love or so infatuated with someone when you don't even know their name let alone any of the other pertinent details. She's extraordinary. It's like she lights up the room when she is there. Well, at least she brightens up my day. It is hard not to obsess. I think about her and what I would say to her when I finally have my opportunity. I've come up with ways to woo her, but it must start with some sort of communication first. My chances of being instantly rejected? Substantial. But I have to know and I shall be persistent, but not to the point of being annoying. She does, after all, work in advertising. I have to create a brand for myself if you will. I will have to market my virtues and make it clear and convincing to her why being with me would be a good idea. Could I write a jingle? No, that would be tactless. What I will have to do is beat her at her own game.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
It Gets Better
Today is a day of revelations. First, I got my first clear view of this girl's left hand. No ring! Next I found out that my colleague's wife still works at JWT. Now do I use my contacts as a means to an introduction? I was thinking in the line of doing something that would showcase my creativity. Send flowers with a clue. It could be a URL. The website would display a location of another URL. Another site that would perhaps give her clues on who I am and lead her to another clue. Does it have to be this intricate and complicated? Would it deter her from participating? I guess I will have to find out.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Can Fate be Separated by Glass?
It's not often I get an urge to write my thoughts. And it couldn't come at a more inopportune time than tonight, when I am dead tired and ready for bed. In fact, I am already laying in bed half asleep when it all comes to me. An epiphany if you will.
In our office building, we have an open atrium in the core of the building. In this core, there are 4 glass encased elevators. Anytime one rides these glass elevators, one would be able to take a glimpse into the many different office spaces occupying the 21 floors. The lower floors consist of colorful flooring with matching and/or contrasting partitions and walls. This is the space occupied by J W Thompson, a well known advertising agency. The world of advertising has fascinated me for a long time. The power this medium holds over America and pop culture never ceases to amaze me. It is often I fall victim to well placed branding and marketing campaigns. It gives me that much more appreciation for this art form. It is art because it involves creativity, design, thought, implementation and sometimes controversy. People can view it as beautiful or ugly. But in the end, it is what it is. And as cliche as that sounds, an advertisement in any form of media is art.
For the last couple of months, a certain individual who resides at a desk facing the window adjacent to the elevator caught my eye. What I first noticed about her was her eyes. She was always working with a look of intensity. Always diligent and focused, eyes never straying from her monitor onto the movement of the elevators a mere few feet away from her window. This type of distraction never phased her. Then I noticed her delicate facial features and her long brown hair. It's unfortunate that we will never have a chance to meet on an elevator as I am relegated to the bank that serves the upper floors and she the other. There was one time that we crossed paths, at eye level without being separated by two sheets of glass, and it wasn't until she passed me by that I realized that it was her. I was certain. I was returning to the office after yoga and she was departing, heading to the subway with a companion. I still remember that night very vividly as I am sure that we shared a split second of eye contact between us. I am sure because I like to be aware of my surroundings unlike most New Yorkers who roam around without watching for anything besides a car that would otherwise prevent them from safely crossing a street. Often they are not too good at doing that either. It's also less often that people make eye contact.
Now I find myself looking forward to each time I get a 2-in-5 chance that I will be riding in the glass elevator. To add to those odds, will she even be at her desk? She may be there, perhaps with one of her two Macs often partially obscuring her soft face. I know when she is still around, because her jacket drapes from her silver Aeron chair. There may be a half full bottle of Vitamin Water on her desk. It looks like Essential, the orange one with vitamin C plus calcium. I can tell she definitely works in the creative side, maybe with graphics or layout design. I know because she is issued a Mac and not a PC like some of their other employees use.
Tonight, I felt compelled to assemble all my observations in written form. Why? Because earlier tonight, I had an epiphany of sorts. Tonight, I found out that I may have found a way to an introduction. It seems that I am fellow managers with someone who is married to a former receptionist at this agency.
So why her? I don't even know her name. More importantly, I have no idea what her personality is like. I have no clue whether she is even single or emotionally available. She might not even be straight for all I know. Is this some sort of weird infatuation gone overboard? Could this be construed as borderline stalking? One time, I was on my way out and I saw her putting on her coat. I could have waited a minute or two for her to reach the lobby but I decided I had to go my way. I will let destiny take charge and if we were meant to meet, we will. It doesn't mean I will refuse to use resources at my disposal but I didn't want to force it. That plus the fact that I had no idea what I would even say to her without totally creeping the poor girl out. I put myself in her shoes for a moment and I creeped myself out.
To add to this dilemma, this girl is way out of my league. I just know. It's a fact of life and it's one I've learned to live with. Especially in the past 3 years. It doesn't necessarily mean I have low self-esteem. It just means I am well grounded and have a good sense of reality. Is there a chance for me? I won't rule it out but the bookies will probably put it at 20:1. If you can bet on it, the payout might be good for a short sighted fool.
I know, I know. Simply put, I'm crazy. But I just had to put this out there and you happened to be the hapless victim on the receiving end of it. There you have it, my epiphany of the day. Thanks for listening.
In our office building, we have an open atrium in the core of the building. In this core, there are 4 glass encased elevators. Anytime one rides these glass elevators, one would be able to take a glimpse into the many different office spaces occupying the 21 floors. The lower floors consist of colorful flooring with matching and/or contrasting partitions and walls. This is the space occupied by J W Thompson, a well known advertising agency. The world of advertising has fascinated me for a long time. The power this medium holds over America and pop culture never ceases to amaze me. It is often I fall victim to well placed branding and marketing campaigns. It gives me that much more appreciation for this art form. It is art because it involves creativity, design, thought, implementation and sometimes controversy. People can view it as beautiful or ugly. But in the end, it is what it is. And as cliche as that sounds, an advertisement in any form of media is art.
For the last couple of months, a certain individual who resides at a desk facing the window adjacent to the elevator caught my eye. What I first noticed about her was her eyes. She was always working with a look of intensity. Always diligent and focused, eyes never straying from her monitor onto the movement of the elevators a mere few feet away from her window. This type of distraction never phased her. Then I noticed her delicate facial features and her long brown hair. It's unfortunate that we will never have a chance to meet on an elevator as I am relegated to the bank that serves the upper floors and she the other. There was one time that we crossed paths, at eye level without being separated by two sheets of glass, and it wasn't until she passed me by that I realized that it was her. I was certain. I was returning to the office after yoga and she was departing, heading to the subway with a companion. I still remember that night very vividly as I am sure that we shared a split second of eye contact between us. I am sure because I like to be aware of my surroundings unlike most New Yorkers who roam around without watching for anything besides a car that would otherwise prevent them from safely crossing a street. Often they are not too good at doing that either. It's also less often that people make eye contact.
Now I find myself looking forward to each time I get a 2-in-5 chance that I will be riding in the glass elevator. To add to those odds, will she even be at her desk? She may be there, perhaps with one of her two Macs often partially obscuring her soft face. I know when she is still around, because her jacket drapes from her silver Aeron chair. There may be a half full bottle of Vitamin Water on her desk. It looks like Essential, the orange one with vitamin C plus calcium. I can tell she definitely works in the creative side, maybe with graphics or layout design. I know because she is issued a Mac and not a PC like some of their other employees use.
Tonight, I felt compelled to assemble all my observations in written form. Why? Because earlier tonight, I had an epiphany of sorts. Tonight, I found out that I may have found a way to an introduction. It seems that I am fellow managers with someone who is married to a former receptionist at this agency.
So why her? I don't even know her name. More importantly, I have no idea what her personality is like. I have no clue whether she is even single or emotionally available. She might not even be straight for all I know. Is this some sort of weird infatuation gone overboard? Could this be construed as borderline stalking? One time, I was on my way out and I saw her putting on her coat. I could have waited a minute or two for her to reach the lobby but I decided I had to go my way. I will let destiny take charge and if we were meant to meet, we will. It doesn't mean I will refuse to use resources at my disposal but I didn't want to force it. That plus the fact that I had no idea what I would even say to her without totally creeping the poor girl out. I put myself in her shoes for a moment and I creeped myself out.
To add to this dilemma, this girl is way out of my league. I just know. It's a fact of life and it's one I've learned to live with. Especially in the past 3 years. It doesn't necessarily mean I have low self-esteem. It just means I am well grounded and have a good sense of reality. Is there a chance for me? I won't rule it out but the bookies will probably put it at 20:1. If you can bet on it, the payout might be good for a short sighted fool.
I know, I know. Simply put, I'm crazy. But I just had to put this out there and you happened to be the hapless victim on the receiving end of it. There you have it, my epiphany of the day. Thanks for listening.
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