I'd like to start keeping track of the movie moments in my life. I had to go to Urgent care today because a rash is spreading across my face. The waiting room was quiet and the atmosphere was crisp. I gave my name to the receptionist, and a few short minutes later, what I'm guessing is a male nurse called me back. An older, balding man, joined him and they proceeded to interview me, typing their answers into electronic key boards that made me feel like some sort of lab rat.
"What was your last period," guy number one said, taking my blood pressure.
"Ummm....about 3 weeks ago."
The nod, type, glance at one another, then walk out of the room.
Hmmm....that was interesting. I wonder if he's single.
A few minutes later, McDreamy walks into the room. Okay, so he's no Derek Shepard, but I'd call him the real life equivalent. Unfortunately for me, its probably a breech of ethics for a doctor to ask a patient for her number.
As I walked out of the office I thought, "What if he liked me so much he looked my number up in the system? It could happen!" (these are the thoughts that run through a woman's mind, no matter how old she is).
"I'm here to pick up a prescription," I tell the lady at the counter.
"Are you Rachel?" she asks.
"Yes," I respond. I hand her my insurance card.
"What's you're phone number."
I give it to her.
"And you're address?"
"1700 Forum Blvd..."
I spot a man in scrubs out of the corner of my eye. He's in the back filling prescriptions and he perks up when he hears my apartment number. I see him smile. Maybe I'm reading too much into things, but this blog wouldn't be any good if I didn't. What if he lives at Katy Place? Maybe I'll see him again.
I sit down to wait on my prescription. When he's done filling it, he calls my name and I pay $7.37.
"Here ya go. Have a nice day." He makes eye contact and smiles. Probably just some customer service coincidence. I hope he didn't notice my swollen left eye.
I get in my car and head for home. As I turn into my apartment complex, I spy a man walking his Beagle right outside my apartment. My bangs are falling over my left eye, but I manage to sneak a peak at the dog owner. He's shorter, about my height; wearing a baseball cap, shorts, and a t-shirt. His face is clean shaven and a little pudgy and he wasn't wearing a wedding band (you'd be surprised how much a girl can take in from a quick 2 second glance). I'd call him average, but cute.
He catches my eye and smiles politely. I smile back then avert my eyes back to the rode.
"I wonder if he found me attractive?"
I rounded the corner, pulled into my parking spot, and considered the thoughts of the man with the beagle. I wonder if he too, dreams of having movie moments: That girl's cute. What if I asked her out? What if I waited until she got out of her car and asked her for her number? Or what if I just said hi and we struck up a wonderful conversation? I bet she'd like my dog. What if I just stayed? What if I didn't walk away? What if....what if....aw, those things never happen. But I'll keep thinking about the girl with the glasses and black scarf.
The man walks away. I get out of my car, grab my things and head toward the stairs. I take a half glance back because maybe, just maybe he's still there. Then I remember how terrible my face feels and I forget the whole thing.
Do you think other people ponder movie moments like these? Don't think that I'm obsessed or that i put an unhealthy amount of energy towards day dreaming about the way I will meet my Prince Charming. Actually, its not like that at all. None of my fantasy's ever end in a date. I always stop with the hello because I know that none of them will actually ever happen. Maybe if I started believing, I'd start making things happen. Mr. Beagle Man could use the same advice.
