Gavilan o Paloma

I’m starting this post on Monday, February 1st, 2010 and the time is 2:58 pm. In the outside sitting section of one of the many Cafes in Sunset Ave here in Los Angeles.

Sunday night I went to a café, you know, to fish. When I got there, at the counter there was this girl that kind of flirts with me…well, we kind of flirt with each other. We’ve been doing that for about a year; since she started working there.

For those of you who have followed my blog since I started it, I’m talking about the Brazilian looking girl who works at the café . Remember the one I held hands with, first in a playful, and then as a “sexual tension situation” kind of way? And the one with whom I used to pass notes as if we were in the 3rd grade? Well, that one. I posted the whole incidents in previous entries.

For about 4 weeks I’ve had been ignoring her every time I went to the café because…well, I don’t even remember why I started to ignore her aside from making my order with her, but I haven’t really talked to her that much.

Ok, so she was there when I got in. I looked at her and she looked at me. She smiled and I kind of smirked at her. No one else was waiting to be served at the counter, but she was working on someone else’s order.

“It’ll be just a minute” said to me.

Nodded at her and waited. The place was almost full and there were very few tables open. I had left my stuff on top of one table that was open, but had no chair. I though it was going to be ok because right next to that table there was another open table with two chairs available.

I’m at the counter waiting to be served and suddenly two girls come in. A chubby and Asian looking girl and a skinny blonde. They take the table with the two chairs, and I noticed I was screwed because there were no more chairs.

Then, one guy packs his stuff and gets up, leaving behind an open table with one chair right in front of the counter. So I went to the other table and got my stuff and put it on top of that other table. When I went back to the counter I see the blonde girl is waiting for the Brazilian looking girl to finish to make her order. I just stood there and didn’t make a move.

When the girl at the counter finished, looks at me and says, “ok?”

I turned to the blonde girl and told her she could go first. She smiles back and thanks me. Orders whatever she was going to have and leaves

The blonde girl only asked for a tea so the girl finished fast, turned to me and said

“Sorry to have you waiting for so long”

“That’s ok, I let her go first”

She smiles and says, “You’re a gentleman”

“That’s what I do, I let pretty girls go first”

She laughs and asked me what I was going to have. Made my order and added:

“You know, I really missed you last night”

She smiled and looked at me with a good-girl expression on her face. Then I asked what was going on with the girl who got to work there the night before

“The new girl?”

“Yes. She made a big deal out of nothing”

“She is just like that, she makes a big deal out of nothing”

Just Novela and 8-bitPanda know what was the whole problem with the new girl because I was in the chatroom while it was taking place. Any question, you can ask any of us three.

I went on with my business and tipped her a dollar.

About an hour passed and I was working on my designs, I was almost done with it when I heard someone saying something to me. It was the girl at the counter. Didn’t really understand what it was. Apparently she said I had been the only one who had left a dollar and wished everyone was like me.

Then a very tall guy, with a thick beard comes in and starts talking to her. He didn’t order anything, was there just to socialize. I ignored that and kept on working on my stuff.

Then the guy leaves and the guy who was sitting at the table behind me leaves. I felt someone sitting at the table, turned around and it was the Brazilian looking girl. She looked tired and I said.

“You look like you need a nap” She laughed and answered she was really tired.

“Go ahead, do it now. There’s no costumers coming in”

She smiled and it seemed to considered the idea for a second or two.

I started asking her about her job search. She answered it was really hard to get into the publishing business at this time. Then said she was doing an internship at a company. She looked kind of depressed because she didn’t know if they were going to hire her or not. The company where she is an intern is suffering some financial issues and she didn’t know what was going to happen next.

I looked into her eyes and said:

“You are going to get that job”

She looked at me and smiled.

“You know how I know you are going to get it?”

“How?”

“I can see the future. I know how to read hands and I already read yours”

She is just there looking at me.

“Do you want me to read your hand?” I asked. I have only read one book about palm reading. And I did it because David DeAngelo suggest reading stuff like that and dream interpretation because those are topics that attract women. The $18 I spent on that book were worth it. Thanks David DeAngelo!!!

I took her hand and started to decipher what I could from her hand. I told her she was a very stubborn person. She looked at me and with a kind of a half smile on her face. Like I had really nailed it. I went on to tell her she liked art, but not just art in general, but a very specific branch of art because of the conical shape of some of her finger tips. Once again, she smiled.

“That’s it” I told her.

“Just that?” She asked.

“Yes, I haven’t finished the whole book about palm reading” I responded and she laughed.

“Ok, now let me read your’s” She said and took my hand.

Then something weird happened. She told me that at 2, 4, 10, and 12 important people had died. And that at 19 something really big had happened. Assured me that event really changed me and it practically is the point where my life started.

Trying to keep my cool I asked that if death could be interpreted as changes because at 10 and 12 and specially at 19, important changes had taken place in my life.

“It could” she answered.

“How do you know so much?” I asked and before she could say anything I added, “Did you read the whole book already?”

She laughed and said she has read many books about this.

She went back to reading my hand, pointing with a pencil at a line said, “This is the love line. People who have a long line and turns up pointing at this finger (the index finger) turn out to be very good love partners. They are supportive and generally good”

“Are you trying to say I’m not a good partner?” I asked.

She didn’t answer the question but added, “You need a girl that is different, not just any girl will do it for you. You need a special girl”

Then the tall guy came back. He had brought her food. She went up to him and talked at the counter. I put my ear phones back on and started to work for about 5 seconds, then something told me to look up…at her. I didn’t know what she was saying to the tall guy, but she was looking right at me while talking to him. The guy noticed this; he was giving me his back, but turned to me. He caught me by surprise and I looked away. It was weird.

He left about 10 seconds later. She came back to her place at the table behind me and started to eat. I kept pretending to work for a minute or two.

“So, what happened to you at 12?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Only if you want to tell me”

So I told her what had happened to me at 12. It was around that age when I moved.

“To here from another city?” She asked.

“From country to another country”

“From where to where?”

“From Mexico City to here”

“Oh”. Right then a random guy she knows, approached and offered her a banana shake to go with the food she was eating. She politely declined. And some costumers came in.

It was getting late, and to leave her hanging on her sit, I decided to leave before she came back. That’s another thing I learned from David DeAngelo. Before I could get all my stuff in the bag, she came back to her place.

“Ok, I’ll see you later”

“Have a good night” She said

“You too. Maybe next time I‘ll be able to tell you more things about you from reading your hand” She laughed and I left the place.

Monday night I texted and talked to G. I want my palm reading book back, damn it! Now I really need it. He said I should ask her out. That she is giving me all of the right sings. I normally don’t date girls like her. She is not really the type of girl I am looking for. Don’t get me wrong. She is very beautiful, there are lots of guys after her. She told me she even has a stalker she met at this job. But normally I go for the fair skin dark hair and eyes kind of girl…you know, the ones that look like Alizee and not like a hot Brazilian volleyball player.

Right now the time is 8:03 am Wednesday morning. Chances are I’ll see her tonight when I’m out fishing. And I have been considering the idea of asking her out. G told me I have nothing to lose. Sometimes we do seem to “click”, but others she seems cold and distant. And she normally is that way when I try to get close to her, but for some reason, when I ignore her, she tends to be sweeter. You know…wink and smile at me when our eyes meet and we are in opposite sides of the coffee house.

The time is 8:08 am and I’m trying to come out with a way of asking her out without looking like I’m trying to get close. I think I got it. Now I have to wait and see if it works this night or not.

Either way, you will hear about how things went in the next entry. And maybe one day I’ll finish writing the last part of the Busy Week saga.