Flash Fiction Entry for 06/03

    I watched as she took a sip from her coconut margarita. She was drop dead gorgeous. Definitely top-of-the-line material: A picture of elegance from any angle; one of those women you just know you would do anything...anything even if only just to have her return your stare with an appreciative smile.
   
    I've always tried to be a realist, and it didn't take me long to bring myself back down to earth with the reality check that this lady was way out of my league. You see, I've observed her before by the pool- Ok, make that stared at her before and she had to have seen me, but I don't think she ever laid her eyes on me for more than a brief passing glance, and the complete absence of a change in expression on her part told me much more than I wanted to acknowledge. For all she cared, I might as well have been part of the marble-encrusted stone wall that encircled both the pool and my impossible dream. I'm always at the same spot virtually every day, too. How could she not notice me? How could I be that insignificant?

    Great! Here comes my competition. Some great-looking guy with a fantastic physique and, if I'm not mistaken, the sexy Italian accent to go with it! How does one of my means compete with that?

    Oh well....what would she ever see in a bluebird anyway? I'm outta here.


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