Been reading these horrible stories of people getting lost in the desert and dying. It's an awful thought to be starving or needing water. Heat. Freezing cold. No wifi.Still, I love getting lost. The safe kinda lost. Getting lost in thought. Lost in a good book. Lost in learning something new. It can be like a lil' mystery. Gotta dig your way out.I used to love getting out and driving around LA, walking in NYC, riding a cable car in SF, taking a handsome cab around London, all without a destination. Get lost and try and find my way back. I loved having to stop and ask someone for directions. You meet people you wouldn't meet otherwise.There's a girl I'm very fond of. You might know her. I can get lost just staring at her face. I try not to make it so obvious. Try not to scare her. Don't want to seem creepy. I love her skin. Her eyes. Her hair. Her mind.The bad part, and it's me, is that when she's talking to me, I try and take advantage of this opportunity to be able to look at her for some amount of time without worry, however, I get lost thinking about her that I completely miss what she's saying. I hate that! I know that must be annoying. I nod my head as though I'm listening. Say things like, "Hmm…" and "Really?" and "I see." All of these sometimes work. I'll even use combinations, "Hmm, really? I see." Then she'll ask me something and I'll only hear how the inflection tilts up at the end of the question without actually knowing what she just said, so I'll go, "Huh, ya know what? I think you cut out for a bit. Can you say that again?""What? We're not talking on a cellphone! I'm right here." I'll panic and scramble to quickly get a deflecting change of subject, "Oh, I know you're right here, cause you smell fantastic! Is that Gwen Stephani you're wearing? And where are those new shoes you were telling me about? Oh, look… Baby, I'm so sorry, I just got so into you, because you're so amazingly beautiful, I lost my train of thought."
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