The worst part about dressing up is tying the tie, repeatedly trying to craft the perfect knot, all the longer I have to stare at myself.
I can never get the knot right, trapped in a standoff—a game of tug-of-war played by my mind—the optic nerves of my eyes used as ropes. She gets ready beside me as I struggle to understand what she sees in me.
Stuck between gazing into her beauty unnoticed and avoiding my reflection, our eyes lock in the mirror.
“Cute!” She smiles, nodding at my tie.
I’ve used the same knot ever since.
A variation of this piece was originally featured in 101 Words.