Out of my league

By: John Alejandro


I singled him out in a crowded room. He was beautiful; slender but sinewy. Sporting cream pencil chinos and an oversized grey cardigan made him surreal, ethereal and woodsy. I met his glance. He knew what I wanted and even better, he knew what I needed. I walked toward him, with no purpose or main goal. I just wanted get close. He looked at me and then my pants. I flashed him my trademark smile and he grinned back. He grabbed my jeans and led me through the aisle. He opened a door to let me in.

He had eyes of silver water. Immediately I stalled to gaze at the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen in my twenty years. They were so magnificent, so beautiful that I have to say it again. Sus ojos bonitos fueran un rio de plata narcotica. Within a split second they told me an epic tale of sincerity, love, and warmth. Gold hair tousled out into a peak from brown roots. There was no sheen about him, nothing too shiny or flashy. His lack of luster, however, was overshadowed by his simple elegance. There was radiance about his whimsical stature and his charming smile. And for one of the first times, I fell for a twinkish blonde.

For some reason I thought of what I looked like and what I was wearing. I wore the wrong shoes today, white Jacks. I also wore the wrong everything. White short sleeves above a striped shirt with marble glasses. Contrary to him, I was trendy and shiny. I looked like an off duty doctor... or a regular Asian kid.

“Please let me know if you need anything” he said.

“Thank you.” I said politely and smiled at him again. “What’s your name?”

“Oh…uh…Michael. Michael M________” his eyes lit up like gasoline fire suspended on water.

“Nice to meet you Michael. Thank you for the room.”

“Same…Let me know if you need another size” he said softly.

“I think I’ll be fine thank you.” I finally said as he walked away.

…I smiled and thanked him again when I finished and walked out of the store. It took more muscles to keep my neck from turning back to catch one last glimpse than to build a Michelangelo replica.


To Michael M.
If for a statistically impossible chance you end up on my page and read this,
I wrote about you…