Earlier today, as I was leaving my building, someone caught my eye.
A beautiful blonde - someone I’d seen around a few times before - was standing by the trunk of her car, loading a few things into it. She was wearing a tight white crop top, tight, shiny black workout shorts sculpted around a perfectly shaped ass, and sneakers, looking effortlessly beautiful.
I couldn’t help but be captivated by her, as I always was whenever I spotted her. She has that slightly thick but tight - effortlessly sexy - body shape, with beautiful legs. There was something about her that just drew you in, but of course, she was way out of my league.
I had to walk right past her, and as I did, I figured I might as well say something. I flashed a smile and said, “Hey, how’s it going?”
She smiled back and said, “Hi!” in a friendly way, which made me feel a little braver. We started chatting, and she introduced herself as Elin. I learned she was originally from Sweden, which made sense. She had an accent, bright blue eyes - and that cool, effortlessly chic vibe. I asked if she was moving, and she confirmed that she was, which was a bummer because it meant I probably wouldn't see her around anymore.
Trying to keep it casual but not wanting to miss the chance to stay in touch, I said, “I’ll miss seeing you around here. Can I get your Instagram?” She hesitated for a second, and then told me, “Well ok...but it’s mostly full of politics,” like that was some kind of disclaimer. But after a brief pause, she gave me her handle, and we said our goodbyes.
As I got to my car, out of curiosity, I checked out her Instagram. Sure enough, it was a lot of politics - but I didn't have to look far to find a photo of her with her boyfriend, that sent my pulse racing...
There were also lots of posts about progressive political issues, especially relating to race and racism, which she was clearly very focused on. She was very much a vocal supporter of BLM.
Her feed was filled with righteous rants and opinions, but the whole thing made it very clear that I probably wasn’t going to be anything more than a friendly acquaintance, if that.
I felt a little deflated. I’d entertained the idea, however fleeting, that maybe there was a chance with her, but the reality of the direction of our culture quickly set in.
I guess I’ll just have to accept that I’m in the friend zone, just another white boy denied.
At least I had the chance to talk to her, and I have her Instagram as a little reminder of the brief encounter.
