Talk to a stranger

There's this woman who is always reading out in front of the office building where I work.  I see her almost every day when I come in for work or when I leave for lunch.  My first impression of her was, well, she's not my type.  She's not the type of person I would see myself being friends with, talking to on a regular basis, you know... not my type.

She's probably about 10 years older than me, very simple looking, not much make-up (if any) and she always wears her hair parted down the middle and pulled into a low ponytail in the back.  She is always wearing a shirt and slacks and flat, closed shoes.  Her hair is dark and wavy with some gray in it.  She walks around in front of the offices, reading and smoking... she doesn't look up and acknowledge anyone.  The only thing that really stands out about her appearance is her long red fingernails.

I said "Hi" to her today.  I asked her how many books she reads through in a week.

She smiled really big.  She excitedly talked about how the book she finished on Monday was a book that she started Sunday afternoon.  Her eyes are blue. They match the blue shirt she's wearing today.  They sparkle when she talks about the stories she has read.  She said that she chooses books more on the character than the author.  She mentioned them by name to me, as if she was introducing me to her close friends.  She mentioned many names of authors that have written series of books that she follows.  She talked about one series that she read ages ago that she plans to re-read.

She has a beautiful smile.  She's very interesting.  And I was such an idiot to have not said "hi" to her earlier.  Huh...and I've completely ignored her up until now just because "she's not my type".  What an idiot I am...