My Neon Green Shirt

My everyday wear is consisted of whites and pastels. The more noticeable ones are kept way back in my cabinet. The one day I decided to wear a noticeable neon green shirt, I had to embarrass myself. The shirt itself is not wrong, yet it is very very eye-catching. I liked that shirt. I bought it because its design somewhat resembles a Twitter bird (yeah, I know, I'm shallow this way). I have worn it comfortably several times in the past. A friend even said it was a nice shirt. Anyway, I decided to wear it today just because I have not worn it for a long time. Also, I would be out of the condo for only a short time as I have to run only a few errands at the mall across the street. I got dressed, tied my hair in a neat pony tail, put on a little powder, and that was it. I went down the lobby, had a nice chat with the receptionist and the security guard and off to the mall I went.

My first stop, the bank. I had to deposit money as asked by my mom. I have done it before, of course, it was no sweat.... or was it? I had written my name, my account number, the date, then I get to the denomination part. Suddenly this guy beside me asked me a question I cannot comprehend because of his accent. I was grumpy because I just got out of bed and just plain in a hurry, so without turning to look at him, I asked him to repeat his question, and thankfully I got it and was able to answer it. I continued to write when he asked me another question with regards the denomination. This time I turned to him to explain, and that's when I embarrassed myself. See, this guy is not just any guy. He is a cute Indian guy probably around my age, a few inches taller than me, rocking a body-fitting v-neck black shirt and dark jeans. He had dark eyes framed by a thick brow. His chiseled face is made prominent by the thick dark curls on his head. So I marveled at this picturesque before me. It was an instant crush. Suddenly I forgot how to fill up the rest of the slip, so I just acted as if I knew what I was saying. It's silly, stupid and embarrassing! When I approached the counter, I had to ask the teller with regards the form. As the teller was encoding my deposit, he was there in the counter next to me, having the teller explain everything! As soon as I was done, I could not wait to get out of that bank and never to see this guy whom I just embarrassed myself to. I half ran to my second stop.

My second stop was as normal as it would get. Just a long wait in line to pay the bills. After that, I made my way to my third errand, which was to buy ink for the printer. I walked hurriedly all the way from the basement to the third floor, fearing that I would bump into the Indian guy. The store was on the other side of the mall. When I got halfway through the third floor, I just had to look into the glass balcony and great, the Indian guy was on the second floor checking out some perfume. Gosh, I was in a hurry to get out of the glass and into the concrete! I tried to walk briskly yet inconspicuously. I never looked back. I just hurriedly went inside the store and buy what I have to buy and get out of the mall itself.

Call it ego centrism or paranoia or whatever you want, but I curse this day of wearing an attention-grabbing neon green shirt!