Dreadlocks on a blond head,
Pearly whites in a dark face,
Intertwined hands and a laugh that goes on for miles and miles...
It's funny. Everytime I see an interracial couple, it makes me smile. It's almost like I feel there isn't enough of them out there. I mean, mixed kids are A-DO-RA-BLE... so keep making those kids people!!
I saw this guy on the bus, one late night. I thought he was super cute, I don't know... People think blond hair in dreadlocks looks dirty, but to me it has this weird appeal...what my English teacher would call the "Australian Savage" look. But I mean the story ends there. Cute guy on the bus, one night, and I'll most likely never see him again. Except the world has this twisted way of mocking me by proving me oh-so-very-wrong.
Weeks later, I see the same guy again, on the bus. With what appears to be his wife/girlfriend. And their
kid. This beautiful little baby girl and in my head the wedding bells I had imagined crash and burn. But I start looking at them. Like,
really looking. They smile. And hold hands. And this woman's laugh is loud. They're cute, but not in an overbearing way. In the way of people that actually
want to spend time together. (Yes, I know, I'm kind of a hopeless romantic at heart).
And then, I have three revelations:
#1 - My boyfriend-ish
never holds my hand like that. I mean, we're young and I don't expect any wedding bells, EVER (he's atheist), but I mean I've never received that kind of love from anyone other than my turtle.
And yes, my bf-ish is allowed to be his "no hug, no kisses" kind of guy, but like... I have needs, you know??!??
#2 - When this guy is going to have to find himself a "real" job, those dreads are going to come right off. And wherever I am that day, I will feel all those "Australian Savage" style locks fall to the ground, and I will weep.
#3 - If I see this guy again, I promise I'll tell him to take care of that little girl and love her the way he did that day on the bus. Because going through several dads is no joke. Actually, it's emotionally draining. And even though he doesn't know me and I don't know him and nothing is ever going to happen between us, I just feel like I
have to tell him. Because it's those little moments in public transportation that no one else remember that I deem important enough to make happen anyway.