I feel compelled to write about last night's (non) encounter with PG, only because I find it interesting how two people, in spite of friendship and a small disagreement, can be in close proximity. And pretend not to know one another.
I've written about our "fights" before. This will be the longest bout between us, only because we no longer work together, thus the chances of our bumping into each other will be significantly smaller.
But hey, it's New York, right?
I went to this small bar on the LES, to attend the birthday party of an old work friend, Pinchie. I didn't think I would see PG there, only because she doesn't seem to be friends with Pinchie. So while I was having a great time with Pinchie's friends and family, PG kept her back to me the whole time. This gave me ample opportunity to admire her legs. I guess not all fights have to be bad, right?
I think the best part was when I went to grab my beer from the bar. I know PG saw me coming, because she purposely didn't look back when I tapped her on the arm to move aside. I just brushed past her saying, "Excuse me," then promptly took my Corona from the bar. I sensed she was anticipating me trying to talk to her, because she froze slightly when I spoke.
Then I caught her looking my way the rest of the night. Not like before, though. I would just catch her right after her eyes would dart away.
What intrigues me about the whole spectacle was that I was a little turned on by the whole thing. Maybe because she seemed to put so much effort into ignoring me, it seemed like she was trying to accomplish the opposite and garner my attention.
That probably explains why I was checking her out.
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