Walking home from class the other night, I found myself following two young men. I would guess they were in their late 20's. Living in a gay neighborhood gives me a 50/50 chance of the couples around being queer - living near some of the bars ups that to 75/25 on the weekend, though these two weren't dressed for going out - jeans, jackets and polo shirts. Sneakers.
They walked a 'friends' distance apart and were laughing. The one cheerfully complained about some inane certainty of the universe while the other grinned at him, countering his arguments. The conversation was obviously meaningless fun as the one blushed and looked back, embarrassed, his round glasses winking in the streetlamps, close-cropped curly hair a little damp with mist. The other had dark hair and bright eyes that never left him for a moment, and he followed slightly, watching him.
They could have been just friends. But there was the watching, the admiring undercurrent between them that said the conversation was just a wash of color over what was really being communicated.
The dark haired boy leaned forward slightly as he walked, his manner and voice belying his critical words. I like you, it said. I think you're cool. Cool enough tease.
The curly-haired boy's expression was openly embarrassed. Get out of town, his manner said. Why would you like me? It's nice, but... you can't possibly like me. He walked ahead as if persued, and looked back happily. You do, don't you? his face said, You're crazy.
He reached the car, and they continued their banter, now a car's width apart, laughing over the shine of the hood.
From the outside they could have been 'just friends.' Except for the watching.
There's such a fine line between friendship, the kind that's intense and close but has nothing to do with sex, and attraction. That simple step from admiring someone's sense of humour and intelligence, think they're the greatest, to also admiring their beauty, they way they walk, their shy smile. Such a fine line between one kind of crush and another.
I'm still not entirely sure the boys were interested in each other. 90% sure. But not entirely. Still, the difference is in the way the dark-haired boy watched, the way the other turned towards him, showing off a little. Just a little. Crossing that fine line.
They walked a 'friends' distance apart and were laughing. The one cheerfully complained about some inane certainty of the universe while the other grinned at him, countering his arguments. The conversation was obviously meaningless fun as the one blushed and looked back, embarrassed, his round glasses winking in the streetlamps, close-cropped curly hair a little damp with mist. The other had dark hair and bright eyes that never left him for a moment, and he followed slightly, watching him.
They could have been just friends. But there was the watching, the admiring undercurrent between them that said the conversation was just a wash of color over what was really being communicated.
The dark haired boy leaned forward slightly as he walked, his manner and voice belying his critical words. I like you, it said. I think you're cool. Cool enough tease.
The curly-haired boy's expression was openly embarrassed. Get out of town, his manner said. Why would you like me? It's nice, but... you can't possibly like me. He walked ahead as if persued, and looked back happily. You do, don't you? his face said, You're crazy.
He reached the car, and they continued their banter, now a car's width apart, laughing over the shine of the hood.
From the outside they could have been 'just friends.' Except for the watching.
There's such a fine line between friendship, the kind that's intense and close but has nothing to do with sex, and attraction. That simple step from admiring someone's sense of humour and intelligence, think they're the greatest, to also admiring their beauty, they way they walk, their shy smile. Such a fine line between one kind of crush and another.
I'm still not entirely sure the boys were interested in each other. 90% sure. But not entirely. Still, the difference is in the way the dark-haired boy watched, the way the other turned towards him, showing off a little. Just a little. Crossing that fine line.
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Date: 2004-10-31 10:36 am (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2004-10-31 10:47 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-10-31 10:42 am (UTC)And I wholeheartedly agree with you. It's such a fine line that if you don't watch carefully, you don't know when it's been crossed.
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Date: 2004-10-31 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-31 12:50 pm (UTC)Wonderful post. Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2004-10-31 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-31 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-31 09:44 pm (UTC)i have a friend like that. *sigh*
this post makes me all nice and warmy and bubbly inside. my brain is sending off happy signals for the moment. thanks for this... :)
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Date: 2004-10-31 11:09 pm (UTC)Thank you, that was such a wonderful post :)
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Date: 2004-11-01 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-01 08:32 am (UTC)... Bright Eyes/Curly-hair, OTP.
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Date: 2004-11-22 10:28 am (UTC)thought you should know you're inspiring things. :)