Is it wrong to want another friends girlfriend if she is really pretty and has red hair? That was the question my drunken brain just couldnt answer last night. I was with out with some newly acquainted friends last night, drinking, chain smoking, getting to know one another, when one guy of the guys there, pseudonym Sam proclaimed that his girlfriend Molly would be stopping by. Now this was the first time I had met Sam, and already I didnt like him. He is the kind of person that will correct you on minor details right when you are in the middle of telling a story and ruin it. The guy who spends his free time drinking French Lattes at independent coffee shops, trying to overhear peoples conversations so that he can give them his uninvited opinion. Yeah, THAT guy.
So he says his girlfriend will be stopping by and I dont think much of it. Sam isnt the most attractive guy, short and round with a beard that doesnt compliment very well with his facial structure, so when the door opened ten minutes later his red headed goddess of a girlfriend walked in, I was in shock to say the least. This girl was amazing. Dripping wet from the rain, she looked like what you imagine the very definition of beauty to be. Her hair cascaded shiny and smooth across her pale face and the first thing I noticed were her eyes. They were the kind of eyes you only ever see so often on the bus or passing by on the street. Filled with interest and sorrow, they gave you the impression of someone who had suffered so many disappointments in life but continued to believe in the possibility that maybe this time things would be different, that maybe this time you would be the one to save her from herself and nurture her back into happiness, show her what kind of love filled life she deserves and she would be forever in love with you. Those eyes. The second they locked on to me I felt my stomach drop a mile and my heart skip a beat. She introduced herself and I dont think I had ever heard such a sweat voice. High and soft, it made every song on the iPod sound like a cars screeching transmission when you skip 4th gear and accidently put it in reverse. I was completely smitten.
I spent the rest of that night trying to play it cool, but each time those eyes caught mine staring I would turn bright red and spill my beer. She had this presence about her that just made me so clumsy! When we went out later to smoke she asked if she could borrow my lighter and my hands were shaking so bad that I dropped my whole pack into a puddle.
However, she was already taken. Seeing her wrapped in Sams arms, I was continually reminded me throughout that night that she was very much out of my league. To be fair, she was out of Sams league as well, but this didnt make me feel better. On the contrary, it made me feel worse. The fact that Sam had landed such an angel and here I was, still alone, only made me feel increasingly hopeless. I wanted nothing more than to leave the party with her right then and walk home with her in the rain and just listen to her talk for hours. I wanted to hear her entire life story and laugh with her at the funny parts, hold her during the bad, and smile with her when she told me her dreams for the future. I wanted to swim with her in the ocean, run with her in the forest, shiver with her in the snow, and kiss her in the rain. But instead, she hugged me goodbye before her and Sam got in a cab to go home, and I walked home thinking of all that could have been.
So is it wrong?
So he says his girlfriend will be stopping by and I dont think much of it. Sam isnt the most attractive guy, short and round with a beard that doesnt compliment very well with his facial structure, so when the door opened ten minutes later his red headed goddess of a girlfriend walked in, I was in shock to say the least. This girl was amazing. Dripping wet from the rain, she looked like what you imagine the very definition of beauty to be. Her hair cascaded shiny and smooth across her pale face and the first thing I noticed were her eyes. They were the kind of eyes you only ever see so often on the bus or passing by on the street. Filled with interest and sorrow, they gave you the impression of someone who had suffered so many disappointments in life but continued to believe in the possibility that maybe this time things would be different, that maybe this time you would be the one to save her from herself and nurture her back into happiness, show her what kind of love filled life she deserves and she would be forever in love with you. Those eyes. The second they locked on to me I felt my stomach drop a mile and my heart skip a beat. She introduced herself and I dont think I had ever heard such a sweat voice. High and soft, it made every song on the iPod sound like a cars screeching transmission when you skip 4th gear and accidently put it in reverse. I was completely smitten.
I spent the rest of that night trying to play it cool, but each time those eyes caught mine staring I would turn bright red and spill my beer. She had this presence about her that just made me so clumsy! When we went out later to smoke she asked if she could borrow my lighter and my hands were shaking so bad that I dropped my whole pack into a puddle.
However, she was already taken. Seeing her wrapped in Sams arms, I was continually reminded me throughout that night that she was very much out of my league. To be fair, she was out of Sams league as well, but this didnt make me feel better. On the contrary, it made me feel worse. The fact that Sam had landed such an angel and here I was, still alone, only made me feel increasingly hopeless. I wanted nothing more than to leave the party with her right then and walk home with her in the rain and just listen to her talk for hours. I wanted to hear her entire life story and laugh with her at the funny parts, hold her during the bad, and smile with her when she told me her dreams for the future. I wanted to swim with her in the ocean, run with her in the forest, shiver with her in the snow, and kiss her in the rain. But instead, she hugged me goodbye before her and Sam got in a cab to go home, and I walked home thinking of all that could have been.
So is it wrong?
I've always believed that people are entitled to their own natural emotions. The test of character begins with the question of what to do with your emotions.
I'm afraid only you can fully appreciate the nuances of the scenario, so I only offer that you continue to live passionately. I don't know you, but from this post I know that I admire that much about you.
Cheers