Vitoria

Arcade girl

Ah, There was the most beautiful girl at the video arcade this weekend. Her hair is long and blonde and flows from her head in waves to her back. When I first saw her I thought I’d seen Venus herself. Under the yellow light of the bathroom her hair glowed like yellow gold and her face gleamed, her eyes to stars of the sky. In the stall I peered from the space between the door and the wall. 

When I walked out she talked to me as I had not expected. I got nervous and lost my words. All I wanted to do was make it in the Voyager video game. I managed to make some conversation for a while. As I was leaving she told me she’d beat my ass on a game, but then we both just hung out with our guys watching each other all night.

She kept playing the prizes games and she walked around with her fists around streams and streams of tickets. I wanted to stand arm in arm looking up at the walls of prizes deciding which groovy lamp we would want to have in the dimly lit room we would share: Eastern tapestries hanging on the walls and heavy wicked tunes bursting from the record player in black waves.

But, alack, alas, it was not to be, and I am most disappointed I didn’t even get her name or phone number. 

I have to remember to write a missed connections advert in the paper.