Bangkok & The Israeli Girl
She had long thick black curly hair and olive skin. Her teal blue maxi dress hugged her curves and flowed in the breeze. Tight enough to show that she was a woman and loose enough to show that she was a lady. She was an absolute vision. It was effortless and I was doing my best to maintain my cool.
I noticed her 10 minutes ago, even though we were nearly 80 yards from one another. A vendor was speaking to me, but I wasn’t paying attention. This was the first time I hadn’t seen the street crowded. Maybe it was the weird evening transition. This was the pre night rush I suppose. The proverbial calm before the storm. In just a few hours the streets would be crawling with adventure seekers fully rested and racing to become un-sober. I’d just returned from a day of exploring the city myself. We had made eye contact again, but we both pretended not too. I continued to make my way down Khao San Road, stopping at the occasional shop to browse. I also made sure to keep my eyes towards the opposite end of the street as well- 40 yards now. It was the end of the day and I was trying to decide what to have for dinner. I was starving.
Fuck. Where did she go?
Running out of road, I stopped at a small pizza stand. There wasn’t much to chose from, but when I looked up I saw the perfect slice. There she was. She was standing right there. Right there next to me! What are the odds? I glanced over casually and our eyes met. She smiled, I smiled back. I placed my order, and she placed hers. While we waited I decide to exercise my new found courage as of 20 seconds ago.
