
On weekday mornings, I catch the Metro to downtown Washington, DC. If you are familar with the Metropolitan Washington, DC area you basically know something about the Metro Subway System. I catch the greenline starting from Greenbelt, MD every morning along with thousands of other commuters. Its a matter of ritual. I usually get off at the Navy Yard stop, and walk a block or two to the office building where my office is, if I don't feel inclined to walk across the street to Starbucks and get a latte'.
Now, just last year, I've noticed a young woman who I've labelled the "Mysterious Lady" this is her more recent title. Before it was "Frenchie", "the Algerian" and "the Morocan". I have no idea what her name is. I know her by her large eyes and crop hairstyle as pictured here. I found an example of her exact hairstyle in wikipedia with the picture of late actress Louise Brooks. I must say that she looks a lot better than Brooks. She is so beautiful, that she's intimidating, and I have now asked her what her name is. There isn't a chance in hell she'll read this post or even blog but there's always hope in divine intervention.
So, being a bachelor of the neurotic and hopeless variety, I have looked her over many times, trying to notice if she's wearing a ring. Now this isn't always an indicator that she's either available or not, and to be sure a beautiful rarely sleeps alone. I measure myself against more confident and sure men (or women if she's so inclined), and I come up short. Hell, stranger things have happened as far as romance is concerned, but my chances are probably average. While at work and walking the stairs for exercise, I have run into her at times, said hello and that was that. I am sure she notices me from the subway, and how can someone not notice her?
Well, the Mysterious Lady will remain a mystery until I gather some nerve and ask her just what her name is. Things rarely happen by chance.