I find people watching fascinating.
Odd, because I don't like people, on the whole.
I've been sitting in the lobby of a large hotel in downtown Austin, TX, sucking the free wireless signal, drinking coffee and watching the comings and goings of the people in the place. How different would they act, I wonder, if they knew someone was watching?
The concierge is charming and handsome, clever and helpful; he makes the women laugh and even charms some of the men (It's Austin) and consistenly rolls his eyes behind all of their backs.
There is a woman who waited for a man for about 45 minutes; when he finally came to meet her, he stayed for 2 minutes and left abruptly. Her body language went from attentive and alert to sad and dejected. I wonder what he said to her. She left, face crumpled, a few minutes later.
There are the conventioneers, loud and boisterous, most of whom obviously think the world revolves around them.
Little old ladies here to lunch, businessmen here to work, a few couples obviously here for some afternoon delight, and they all have a purpose. It's fun to imagine thier little scenarios. There's a play in this, I feel sure. *thinks about dramatic structure outline*
It's been a fun morning. Aidan (the laptop- that name one by a nose) has lured a few people over with his indefinable charm, and I even got asked out once, probably due to the fact that I take my wedding ring off when I type (I don't like the way it moves about on my finger). I rectified that, and the cute boy ducked off, blushing, embarrassed. He did leave about an hour later with another girl, I was amused to note.
I've been working on some unfinished stories, some Caliga (Poor Pansy! I can't believe what I've done to the girl), and I even dusted off my book and edited the first chapter-again- half-heartedly. :) A good morning, all in all.
Odd, because I don't like people, on the whole.
I've been sitting in the lobby of a large hotel in downtown Austin, TX, sucking the free wireless signal, drinking coffee and watching the comings and goings of the people in the place. How different would they act, I wonder, if they knew someone was watching?
The concierge is charming and handsome, clever and helpful; he makes the women laugh and even charms some of the men (It's Austin) and consistenly rolls his eyes behind all of their backs.
There is a woman who waited for a man for about 45 minutes; when he finally came to meet her, he stayed for 2 minutes and left abruptly. Her body language went from attentive and alert to sad and dejected. I wonder what he said to her. She left, face crumpled, a few minutes later.
There are the conventioneers, loud and boisterous, most of whom obviously think the world revolves around them.
Little old ladies here to lunch, businessmen here to work, a few couples obviously here for some afternoon delight, and they all have a purpose. It's fun to imagine thier little scenarios. There's a play in this, I feel sure. *thinks about dramatic structure outline*
It's been a fun morning. Aidan (the laptop- that name one by a nose) has lured a few people over with his indefinable charm, and I even got asked out once, probably due to the fact that I take my wedding ring off when I type (I don't like the way it moves about on my finger). I rectified that, and the cute boy ducked off, blushing, embarrassed. He did leave about an hour later with another girl, I was amused to note.
I've been working on some unfinished stories, some Caliga (Poor Pansy! I can't believe what I've done to the girl), and I even dusted off my book and edited the first chapter-again- half-heartedly. :) A good morning, all in all.
I am:: Hilton Hotel, Austin. TX
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