I apologize for the lag in updates. I have been attempting to discern how to best relate my most recent hunting experiences, and my work schedule has vastly limited when I can visit the hunting ground. I present to you the last two experiences I have had:
Day One.
I walk into the grounds. I must leave early today, so I choose to sit close to the door in the back, so as not to disturb anyone. Drat! my spot is taken. I then choose to sit a few rows in, but on the far side. There is one prey sitting on the other end of the row, and I do not see any jackets or purses saving spots. I sit down, and observe my surroundings. As I look to my right, I look directly into the eyes of the prey at the end of the row. He is smiling at me. When I smile back, he looks down, not abruptly, but it makes me wonder if it was just a friendly smile.
I spend the rest of the service observing this prey. He is a great specimen. He has a short beard with the slightest touch of grey, showing that he is closer to my age. He is not skinny, but not overweight... more fit. He was wearing skinnier jeans. I do have a problem with skinny jeans, but wardrobes can be easily remedied. He appears to be very friendly, taking time to introduce himself to others around him. I leave early, but hoping to see him at this hunting ground again. Also, he has a crooked smile which I have a great weakness for. I dub him Smiley McCrookedson.
Day Two.
I come to the hunting ground with a clear plan if Smiley McCrookedson is back. I will sit in the same spot, and hopefully exchange more smiles and start a silent but knowing joke that will endear him to me. I walk in the door, and Huzzah! Smiley McCrookedson is sitting in the same spot! I quickly make my way to the spot where I was sitting, and BAM! A furry creature sits in that exact spot. I freeze, unsure of what to do, but not wanting anyone to see my plan fail. I scan my options, and dejectedly choose a seat in the very back, resigning the day to be another observation day.
But, then I remember that last week, he refilled his coffee during communal watering hole time. (I am very aware that I sound like a stalker. But, guess what? This is what a lot of girls do. Just trying to be honest.). There may be a chance he'll do it again, and maybe see me. Watering hole time comes, and he gets up to refill his cup. I sit patiently, exchanging pleasantries with the woman next to me. He turns around. I look up. He looks directly at me and suddenly gives me a huge smile. I smile back and do a fist pump in my head. He keeps walking back to his seat. As he's sitting down, he turns around, looks at me, and smiles again. I am excited. I did not have leave early today, so I dawdle after the service to see if he comes and introduces himself to me. One of his neighbours strikes up a conversation with him. I fiddle with my purse until it is awkward, and give up and leave.
I have not been able to return to the hunting ground for the past two weeks, but I have faith that if Smiley McCrookedson is the prey I am to pursue, he will be there when I can come back.
