Never quite connecting
Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 7:44 am
I was going somewhere and stopped along the way, to go to this pub. The entry to the pub was on the side of the building facing into their car park.
Walking into this side door, to my left I see a bunch of people, mostly older women (older than me) and recognise a couple of them. They seem to be from my old dance school. I see my dance teacher, her sister and another girl, Sue, who used to live with my sister when they were younger.
As I tried to approach Sue, someone would get in my way, or someone would take Sue's attention so she couldn't see me. I even asked someone to let Sue know I'm there.
A guy walked towards me and I recognise him and start talking. He doesn't remember me. He's tall and thin with red hair, just like one of the members of the family of the dance school owners. I'm explaining who I am and he's friendly but slightly perplexed and says he doesn't remember meeting me. As I'm looking at his smiling, but slightly confused face, I realise I have never met him, but recognise him like I know him because it's Ron Howard. I'm a little embarrassed at this point.
Then I think as I'm leaving, I see the brother of a guy I know. I want to meet this brother, so I decide to stay. He disappears among the people, then comes toward me and past me to go outside. I see his motorbike and he kind of ride/pushes it around for a bit.
I get a drink and wait for him adjusting my position at the doorway (i.e. leaning on the door frame or standing straight). He keeps kind of going past me, in and out of the pub doors, but always blocked off by someone or not making eye contact and I keep missing him. Each time I see him, he's a little drunker than before. I remember thinking that he looks a little like his brother, but is shorter and smaller framed than I thought he'd be.
I recall he's wearing a bright yellow high visibility style work shirt. I know he doesn't wear one of these in real life because he's a chef.
At some point some very tall police officers in polo shirts walk past me and I wonder if they're going to breathalise me but they don't. As they're going past, I say "oh hi fellas" in a casual way (because I'm around police all the time in my work).
Walking into this side door, to my left I see a bunch of people, mostly older women (older than me) and recognise a couple of them. They seem to be from my old dance school. I see my dance teacher, her sister and another girl, Sue, who used to live with my sister when they were younger.
As I tried to approach Sue, someone would get in my way, or someone would take Sue's attention so she couldn't see me. I even asked someone to let Sue know I'm there.
A guy walked towards me and I recognise him and start talking. He doesn't remember me. He's tall and thin with red hair, just like one of the members of the family of the dance school owners. I'm explaining who I am and he's friendly but slightly perplexed and says he doesn't remember meeting me. As I'm looking at his smiling, but slightly confused face, I realise I have never met him, but recognise him like I know him because it's Ron Howard. I'm a little embarrassed at this point.
Then I think as I'm leaving, I see the brother of a guy I know. I want to meet this brother, so I decide to stay. He disappears among the people, then comes toward me and past me to go outside. I see his motorbike and he kind of ride/pushes it around for a bit.
I get a drink and wait for him adjusting my position at the doorway (i.e. leaning on the door frame or standing straight). He keeps kind of going past me, in and out of the pub doors, but always blocked off by someone or not making eye contact and I keep missing him. Each time I see him, he's a little drunker than before. I remember thinking that he looks a little like his brother, but is shorter and smaller framed than I thought he'd be.
I recall he's wearing a bright yellow high visibility style work shirt. I know he doesn't wear one of these in real life because he's a chef.
At some point some very tall police officers in polo shirts walk past me and I wonder if they're going to breathalise me but they don't. As they're going past, I say "oh hi fellas" in a casual way (because I'm around police all the time in my work).