πολις: Hard to live in the city

Today was a perfect day until lunch time: connected to the world through Facebook since early in the morning, listening to my favourite songs nowadays, having meaningful thoughts, thinking about plans and travelling, I made some bussiness and then took a swim in the pool before eating... but then I went down to the city to do the shopping and to buy the Barcelona's Lonley Planet guide. I was going to approach the cash desk when a I saw a really long queue and a precious girl (green eyes, light brown hair, BCN- Kate Moss style...) behind me. I asked her: 'Only one queue for the two cash desks?' She replied: 'Yes, I think so...' So I stood up behind her looking at her gorgeous tattoo on her well tanned shoulder going down her sexy left arm while she was looking at me out of the corner of her green bright eye (where do girls learn this skill?) and we both noticed some connection among us... When I was about to say something to her, the queue became shorter and we both have to pay: me to the left cash desk; her, to the right one. As I was trying to find my credit card, I was thinking: "When I pay this, I'll ask her for a cash machine from La Caixa so we can begin a conversation..." but then the paying machine was slow and I spent too many time so she went away downstairs... I signed the bill and went quickly downstairs. Four or five people among us, I could see her going outside the building. Here you are! So I went outside trying to be calm to say "Excuse me, can you help me..." but she has vanished. I looked right, I looked left... Where was she? Barcelona is not Oviedo and the streets were crowded at 6pm. Impossible to find her. Maybe I won't see her again. And here comes the reflexion: why all the (American) bad movies insist in the old myth of the Boy & Girl destined to each other? Most of the films you know from the beggining that the Boy is going to kiss the Girl at the end or the Girl is going to get the boy he is in love with. It's like if God wrote the script when we all know there are no gods any more among us. However, there is a <> (in Nietzsche-Foucault sense) explanation about this: this magical story used to happen in small villages in the past when the four of five young boys met the three or two girls of the village at the summer celebration after the harvest was already finished (then they made love; then they got married, then they spent the rest of their lives in the same boring village...). As times passed by this myth turned into the story of the girl who lives next door or the girl who is new in town. However, this has nothing to do with reality. In a film nobody dissappered and if he/she does, it's just a moment of tension until the reapperance... Again God or deus ex machina in the script. In real life girls hardly never come or they just vanished. However, this gorgeous girl was buying "Underworld" on DVD so that's was a good reason not to meet her and talk... but she was so beautiful, and she looked at me as if she hadn't looked at anybody like this for some time...