WHERE IS LUCY?a tumblelog

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As God is my witness…

posted 5 months ago

Missed connection

We met at that bar. We were having a good time. You didn’t laugh at some of my jokes. But you laughed at others. You asked me to walk you home. Things got a little weird. I didn’t get your number…

I think we should have a do-over.   Are you Lucy?   Do you know Lucy???

posted 5 months ago

Are you kidding me?

City of eight million people.  And no one knows anyone who might know the Lucy I met.  I mean, Lucy can’t be as common a name as it used to be — back when Peanuts was popular there used to always be a Lucy around.  you couldn’ spit without hitting a Lucy.  But today?  …   I thought I saw her coming out of this coffee shop on Union just a few blocks up.  I followed her and kinda sneezed “Lucy” in my hands, but she didn’t turn around.  Same hair, I think… As more days go on, I feel like I’m seeing things — like that sequence in Being John Malcovich: except everybody looks like Lucy.  Anyway, she wouldn’t turn around so I crossed the street and ran ahead of her, then recrossed the street and undid my laces and pretended to tie them.  When she came up, I looked at her.  Wasn’t her.  Pretty.  I mean, if I was looking for her, I woulda been extatic, but it wasn’t Lucy.  She smiled, but I just kinda…  you know, and walked back to where I was coming from before.

Is this what happens to stalkers?  Like right before you end up on Paris Hilton’s doorstep naked with a martini glass…?   WTF?

posted 5 months ago