Hi I'm Cowan Boyle. I walked into a shop once to get my shoes shined and as I sat in the warm leather stool, which was so comfortable that it was even softer than my bottom. Well after my shoes were shined, I continued to sit and enjoy the immense comfort. Then, a lady walked by and every head in the shop turned. She was gorgeous and she walked as though she knew it. I was struck. The comfort of my seat could not keep me from getting up to glance at her as she walked by, in a perverted and immature manner. I did it anyway. In fact, after she turned the corner, I left the shop, having forgotten to pay and began my foolish pursuit.
Around the corner, down the street, through the crowds, across the street, and over a bridge, I nearly ran. This is something that a respectable, well-paid bachelor such as myself should not be doing. It felt rather boyish to be chasing after an unknown female in the street. But I do so anyway, for miles until she descended into a dreadful train tube, into which, because of dangerous bums and angry rats, I would never go. Actually I shouldn't say that I followed her until she went into the station, because I went with her and caught up. She descended down the dreary steps into the tube like a mighty angel who descended to conquer the binds of Hell.
So there we stood, she the unaware busybody who seemed to be fulfilling her daily routine, and I, a great actor, pretending to do the same. We got on the train, and in my great acting, I immersed myself into the hectic activity of the mass transit, completely forgetting about the peaceful moment in the intensely comfortable chair that I had sat on an hour ago, talking to no one. This time, I sat on a hard, rough train bench and tried to start up what turned out to be awkward conversation with a stranger. The seat was so horrible that I wanted to stand, but I sat with the hope of developing perfect conversation with this sensationally beautiful young woman who dominated my attention. The noise, which diametrically opposed the tranquility of the shoe shop, hurt my head tremendously, but I sat with the hope of friendship with this amazingly gorgeous gal. At this point, I was far away from home, and terribly late for a date with a girl that I had met before. I forged on, with my confidence peaking, and my desire turning to desperation to make my efforts worth their very long while. At the end of the conversation it just dawned upon me that I should find out how old this young lady was, only to find out that she was 6 years younger than me and I was only 23. Unbelievable. I never heard again from the date that I blew off that night and I never ever tried to contact this girl who was young enough to be my sister. I went back to my apartment furious with myself. My intuition was dancing around painfully, singing "I told you so."
Around the corner, down the street, through the crowds, across the street, and over a bridge, I nearly ran. This is something that a respectable, well-paid bachelor such as myself should not be doing. It felt rather boyish to be chasing after an unknown female in the street. But I do so anyway, for miles until she descended into a dreadful train tube, into which, because of dangerous bums and angry rats, I would never go. Actually I shouldn't say that I followed her until she went into the station, because I went with her and caught up. She descended down the dreary steps into the tube like a mighty angel who descended to conquer the binds of Hell.
So there we stood, she the unaware busybody who seemed to be fulfilling her daily routine, and I, a great actor, pretending to do the same. We got on the train, and in my great acting, I immersed myself into the hectic activity of the mass transit, completely forgetting about the peaceful moment in the intensely comfortable chair that I had sat on an hour ago, talking to no one. This time, I sat on a hard, rough train bench and tried to start up what turned out to be awkward conversation with a stranger. The seat was so horrible that I wanted to stand, but I sat with the hope of developing perfect conversation with this sensationally beautiful young woman who dominated my attention. The noise, which diametrically opposed the tranquility of the shoe shop, hurt my head tremendously, but I sat with the hope of friendship with this amazingly gorgeous gal. At this point, I was far away from home, and terribly late for a date with a girl that I had met before. I forged on, with my confidence peaking, and my desire turning to desperation to make my efforts worth their very long while. At the end of the conversation it just dawned upon me that I should find out how old this young lady was, only to find out that she was 6 years younger than me and I was only 23. Unbelievable. I never heard again from the date that I blew off that night and I never ever tried to contact this girl who was young enough to be my sister. I went back to my apartment furious with myself. My intuition was dancing around painfully, singing "I told you so."
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