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Posted 12/02/06 - 10:24 PM:
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Its so quiet in the building on Saturdays. The call centre is practically empty, and no programmers are staring at screens of code. Its why I like coming in. I can relax and work free. Sure thing though, my days here are numbrd. Next week we move to a new location. I hope to myself that it will be as bright and cheery as this one on a sunny aftrnoon. I fill my water bottle at the cooler and walk out of the staff room.

The cubicle corridors are silent, still as carpet, as my feet gently bounce with the spring in my boot. I pause by a clustr of desks and lean on the four foot cubicle wall. I give a faint sigh inside, staring at the silver name plate hanging on the far wall, its desk below empty. Next week I wont see evn that.

Sitting at my station. Catching up. I drift off into reflections. More meandring fantasy. I usually see her when she speaks to her team membr behind me. Fine fortune to be sitting in this area. When I first saw her my intrst spikd. It spikd in that way it does whenevr my type appears so vividly. A striking image. Latr, I heard her speak, and her spanish accent turnd me on. Sure, dark hair, dark eyes, full figurd, with a smoldring gaze. We pass in the corridors, eyes meeting, and a she breaks in a wide smile, pouring fire into my head. I feel numb, alight, and grasp for reactions. Im not normal.

I see her behind me in the reflection of my sunglasses. What an amazing figure. She pauses on her route back to her desk to speak to my team membr. Theyre friends! Two peas in a pod. Dark hair, dark eyes.

Passing attraction. Framing intrst. I reflect on my status. Not single, no. All this...feeling, is pointless, irrelevant. Im not a risk takr. I dont want to be a world destroyr. But nature begs to diffr.

So away I work, tapping and twistin my wrists with these plug and play appendages. Time for a snack. Goet some potatoe chips, vending machine. I walk the corridors.

And back again. Lo, there be a person in the place, now Im not alone. I near. Its her! Quelle surprise. I near, gripping my chips.

Eyes meet. She is puzzld with pleasant surprise. I am intent to pass. I say good day, she says good day, smiling.

I, in my seat, shaking my head. I had been standing there not so long ago. How funny would that have lookd? I hear foosteps scratch the carpet. And here she is. She borrows my access card, she forgot hers. I let the momnt pass. Thats two.

The universe is eithr opening the doors of opportunity or tormentingly teasing me undr a good roll of chucking laughtr. Eithr way, theres force at work here. I lean back and contemplate.

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Posted 12/03/06 - 7:04 PM:

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'where are you from?'

An obvious question, perhaps, but part of a logical progression. I examine her features. Inside, Im smiling broadly to myself. How pleasd am I?

She had pausd for just a second, dropping my pass on the desk. I let her know to just come ovr and grab it if she needs it again, as I would be there, working, probably all night. I askd aftr the nature of her work. She said she would probably leave around five. I wondrd aloud if she had evening plans, as it was the weekend. Maybe a family affair? A dinnr out? A movie. No, none of those apparently. So, then, I threw the big pitch.

'Nice to see you. We always see each othr around, but havnt took a momnt to stop and chat.'

'You always seem busy. I guess we both are.'

'Sure. Hey, when you're done your work this aftrnoon, would you like to grab a coffee up at the Starbucks or something? We could chat a bit then. I mean, since we'll be gone out of this building next week, and I wont be seeing you around much aft that.'

And here we sit. She tells me about being from Argentina. How she got a job with the company there, then was movd first to the States, then here. Ahh, but she was young, and the opportunities were good, too good to pass up. She likes it here though.

As do I, I smile. Coffee's getting cold. I drink it anyway. Her eyes are so dark, but so full and shining. It must be the energy that I sense, the energy projectd out of those tiny holes in the head, the windows to the soul. Because when I try to look in there a shivr rolls up my spine and my body tingles all ovr. Now thats contact.

Well, what about dinnr then? If youre not doing anything? What do you like to eat? Japanese? I know a place.

And just like that I feel the force. It has me by the brain now, blurring all into perfect, excitd clarity. Caffine doesnt do this to me. Must be the volition.

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Posted 12/03/06 - 9:06 PM:

Just so you know, I am hooked on this soap opera of yours.
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Posted 12/03/06 - 9:11 PM:

MM wrote:
It has me by the brain now, blurring all into perfect, excitd clarity.

i love it when that happens.

IammyaspectofUs wrote:
Just so you know, I am hooked on this soap opera of yours.

yes, me too.

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Posted 12/04/06 - 6:42 PM:

~~~

I wondr at the disposition of a world travellr. Me, whos barely been across the bordr of my own nation, and not evn from shore to shore. Here, in front of me, is one self-possessd, apparently sure about her future, confident about her past, knowing and accepting the challenge of shifting place and priority for a career. Me, not so dedicatd. Im lucky to have what I have. She, I think, got it as a just reward for effort expended.

The tempura here is a little chewy. The gyozas are a little bland. But the terryaki salmon is a real dish. And so is she. Would that she was the sauce of my life! How tasty would that be?

When I first saw her I was impressd by her looks. Exotic beauty, smoldring look. When we began to speak I was taken aback by her exoticnicity, foreign thinking, expressing. When the small shock dissipatd, I was again enthralld down a developmnt pipeline with natural consequences. The first taste is a strange spice. The second, a reasonable evaluation. The third, a familiar passion. Like this wasbi dippd gyoza. It clears my mind.

The place is dim, since its wintr, and the sun is long gone now, evning. But cheery, in that linear austerity of japanese-style places. And warm, as the night chill moves in outside. I ask her about her sistr, whom she just mentiond. This gives me a whole new angle to expand conversation. of course, I can relate, I say, with three sistrs of my own. Yes, it is difficult to live so far removd. From my own passions, I think. Mind you, here I am. And there she is.

she likes the salmon best. As do I. The sake is still warm, and makes the peripheries fuzzy with that faint anime gleam. I hear music in my mind. A song I cant stop from playing. Its building an association.

Suddenly silence.

Ok, I sip the tea, which is cold now. I feel the grains sliding down the hourglass tube, each one passing like an extinguishd sun. Caressing my sake cup, I gaze at her in the fullness of the dim light. Oh simple creatures are we! I smile at some half thought philosophy of being, then laugh to myself at my hidden pretentions.

She looks up and smiles again. What next? Theres no denying the attraction. And I know she knows I know it.

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Posted 12/05/06 - 12:22 AM:

you're on a roll! clap
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Posted 12/05/06 - 2:12 AM:

~~~

'Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?'

No, I said. No. Of course not.

And thats the ballgame. Or should I say, a whole new ballgame.

Im not sure what I was thinking. Magnetic interia was pulling me forward, careening. And now Id done it. Suddenly doors fly open in my mind, windows burst their shuttrs, walls were blown out, and light pourd in all around. I felt the little toe on my right foot lick my boot. I was evrywhere.

But I am not, in fact, a closr. I go about in the clevr guise of a gentleman. So she went home, but not without my cell numbr in her phone.

And I got mine.

Only nine thirty. Hmm.

I stand by the bus stop and peer out into the road, trying, impossibly, to see around the distant cornr for an oncoming bus. Cool now, a bit of a wind. I start walking up the street. Ive got 15$ still, I reason, so thats 3 rye and cokes. And off the to pub I go. A couple blocks latr Im leaning on the bar undr the warm lights, listning to the sports update, sipping the watery rye and coke. I take out my notebook to jot a few things down to remembr latr. Things I had thought about her. Things she had said. Im terribly afraid of forgetting, and evn if I feign forgetfulness, I want to be wise enough to know what to ask to bring the information back to the surface. The art of subtle conversation. Evr teasing out meaning, relationships.

Cheeseus! What if she calls me?

I hope, staring at the end of my glass, she does. I feel a surge of excitemnt again, thinking of the sound of her voice. I finish the last of my dollars and drinks and walk out of the pub quite satified with myself.

Maybe Ill speak to her on Monday.

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Posted 12/05/06 - 2:52 PM:

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Suddenly doors fly open in my mind, windows burst their shuttrs, walls were blown out, and light pourd in all around. I felt the little toe on my right foot lick my boot. I was evrywhere.

exhilarating!

i love how of-the-moment it all is. clear and present.
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Posted 12/05/06 - 4:10 PM:

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Posted 12/05/06 - 4:16 PM:

You have quite the talent for personifying the characters/people involved and making believable dialogue. You're so good I'm downright envious wink

Keep it up. Perhaps you could make a book inspired by practice posts like this and get it published nod

A question, though: did your skill with dialogue and personalizing your writing style come naturally to you, or is there some mental preperation technique you like to use? I've always been horrible with less "technical" writing, and could use your experienced(?) advice.

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Posted 12/05/06 - 6:03 PM:

Greetings Zinkovich, and welcome to the couch,

Im pleasd that you find the dialogue believable. I would like to say that it comes 'naturally' to me, but only because there is no special preparation I do to compose a scene like these ones. Generally, if Im writing dialogue, I just think of what I want my charactrs to be saying, and how they want to say it. Then, I put myself in that position and see how I would express myself.

Haha, I guess that counts as a kind of 'preparation'. I usually try to take dialogue from real life, snippets here and there, or things I mightve said, if had been the charactr.

Then again, practice makes perfect.

In my current job my main task is to write scripts basd on a dialogue between two voices. Its technical, usually, in terms of content, but it helps me think of diffrnt ways of expressing common concepts with some variety.

The rest is jus' playin'! And I have a good imagination wink

cheers,

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Posted 12/05/06 - 6:06 PM:

A good exercise for writing realistic scenes is to just describe what you see. Whilst sitting on the bus or in the mall, record a conversation, and describe the surroundings. It may spark a new line of story. I cant tell you how many times Ive been on the bus and wishd I had a tape recordr. Some people say some pretty funny things.

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Posted 12/05/06 - 6:39 PM:

~~~

Well its Tuesday. Buggr all I caught a cold. My head is splitting at the edges. Im straining to look at my computr screen. Ive got a list of tasks a mile long and an expectation to get them finishd with haste. Trouble is, certain tasks cant be sped up. The computr can only do so much. And Im no computr.

Didnt see her yestrday. Her teamate behind me was also missing from the office. I recalld ovrhearing a conversation he had last week, or part of one. Something about a conference somewhere, or training, out of town. I heard her name mentiond. Of course I heard that. Might as well been an air raid siren.

Shit. We're packing our stuff tomorrow. Dont think shell be back. I suppose I could come back, on lunch or something. We are only moving up the street, aftrall. A bit of a walk, but easily done. I wouldve likd a yet firmr foundation. Its a precarious balance here and now. Sure the kindling is lit, but will the wind blow it out before it gets at the log? Evn still, it might be too green.

Guess Ill miss this place, for what its worth. Bathroom break.

I hold the door open for 2nd most attractive woman in the office, according to my informal, unoffical, personal ranking system. Theres at least 5 that registr on the scale, maybe more, but one has to be realistic. This one, whose name I dont evn know, is a little oldr than me, maybe 10yrs or so. But she's a redhead! My second weakness. And shes got some weird accent, like European or something, not British or Aussie. Strike 2! And lets not dwell on her amazing figure. If shes in the age range I suspect, holy shit, lucky sonovabitch that gets 'is 'ands on 'at.

I marvel at the crudity of my own thoughts. I feel a pang for the old days on the construction crew. Shit, I wont see her again eithr, probably.

Well, I summon up my friendlyest greeting as I hold the door for her, nasaling through my cold. As always (thats the othr thing), she gives me a great big smile and returns the greeting. Cheesus, its a good thing Im not that high on myself, else Id think the whole lot of them were aftr me. One at a time me boy, one at a time. Then again, this is the age of multitasking.

I step into the washroom and into a stall.

Cheesus, cheesus, cheesus. Some idiot pissd on the floor again. Animals.

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Posted 12/08/06 - 12:08 PM:

~~~

'Is there anything to tie up these bins?' I ask.

No. Apparently theyre s'posd to be self locking, but I dont like the look of the mechanism, so I tie it off with a coupla rubbr bands. Stackd to the brim. Paprs and disks. Tomorrow Ill be unpacking it.

Evrybody's gone now. One guy still putting tags on boxes. The rest of the office is busy. Still aftrnoon. With my coat on I grab my bags and walk the corridors back to reception. I hand ovr my passkey.

Receptionist pauses to chat with me. Making sure I have all the necessary stuff for the new office. She describes to me how the view from my new desk will look. Theres a view of a forest there, and right now, you can see the snow undr the trees. Its quite nice. I tell her to take care and head for the elevator. Dont think I nevr noticd her plump little figure. The kind you want to kneed and squeeze.

Down the 'vator with a guy I know whos been downsizd. Id heard about it already. He figures me for being on my way. He says he's going to the same building for an interview with anothr departmnt, but he'd rathr stay in this building. I agree its a nice building. On my way.

I dont think of much as I leave. Its just as any othr day. The crows are settling in in the trees for the night. They always roost here by the creek. Murdrs of them. Its something to look into the dusk sky and spy hundreds and hundreds of crows flapping about, coming right towards you. They sit up in the trees and on the roof ledges. When I walk by I give a coupla big, loud claps, and they fly off, or I run down the side walk undr their trees and they scattr. Little babies, I think, haha.

I heard there wasnt any good looking women in this new building. Ill miss this old one, and all the pretty faces I usd to see around. Some more than othrs. Guess that means Ill have to start doing actual work for a change.

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Posted 12/10/06 - 12:08 AM:

a few weeks ago i picked up a digital recorder to use during an interview for my religions class. since then, i've been using it to take notes on a fictional story i'm currently developing into a novel. it's very handy to have for those sudden, unexpected bursts of inspiration.

back in the day i had a mini-cassette recorder and they were very cumbersome to use in comparison to this. consider the flexibility of a DVD vs. a VHS videotape, and you'll have an idea of how much better it is. with the digital format you can easily find specific bits of recording. you have several folders to use so you can separate your files by categories, and the audio files are numbered which makes it easy to skip around.

btw, MM, tuesday's my fav episode so far ("Animals." cracks me up), tied for fav with the wasabi episode.

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Posted 12/11/06 - 5:39 PM:

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Gazing out my window Im mollified by the soft swaying of the tall timbrs in the grove beyond. Swaying in unision like praire grass to a wind that I can neithr hear nor feel. My mind drifts off into the blue sky yondr, peering through the canopy, tugging at the curtains. Whenevr I get a surge inside to apply myself and really excell and push forward in my job, invariably my focus is dispersd by some trifle. In this case, I yearn to be out in the weathr, creeping between the trees and meticulously stepping ovr falln logs. Theres a stream down there, running through that grove. A real nice one. A watrfall above. That land wont be developd, I reckon. Probably protectd.

As am I, inside this concrete glass box.

Its quiet here though. Not so much bruhaha and bustle as the old place. Quiet, soft, and still. Or thats how it feels. Which is fine. It suits me. I feel comfortable. At home. My working space is biggr. Ive got space to entertain a client or co-op if need be. Whenevr Im not drifting out the window.

The sun opens up in the sky beyond the trees. Golden light pours in through discrete beams. I look into the light. The flow of nature, so near, is hypnotic. I crave for the full lungs of cool wintr air. These trees are going to put me to sleep.

In the absence of sensual distractions I find suitable replacemnts. Evr on to the new horizon looketh I. Evr on.

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Posted 12/13/06 - 4:18 PM:

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Work's a pickle.

Or maybe its sardines. Whatevr, the point is that evrythings crammd, packd tight. Its almost Christmas holidays, the end of the year, and about 70 000 projects are due by the 31st. Well Im workin 12 hour days, workin from home, hell I think I evn workd in my dream last night. Funny how those files dinnt show up on my hardrive this mornin.

My meals yestrday consistd of a 3 mandarin oranges, 2 chocolate bars, and one bag of chips. The vending machine likes my business, tho it tried to screw me out of a Crispy Crunch the othr day (damn thing got hung up in the machine). Yeah, nutrition's takin a hit here. The beer in the fridge at home aint helpin, but its this special winter ale beer that tastes like vanilla. I cant resist. Well, thats just rationalization talk for 'I dont want to resist'.

Bettr go get some real food. Ive got a containr of homemade pea soup in the lunchroom fridge thats been there for ovr a week. I keep putting off eating it because, Ill be honest, it sucks ass. And who really wants a piece of ass for lunch anyway?

Speaking of which. I turn the cornr into the small, intimate lunch room this building has to offr and see in this ordr:

Women.
Young.
Gorgeous.
Asian.

Oh shit!

And here I thought this building wasnt sposd to have nice looking chicks roaming about. That was what I heard. Now, sitting in front of me, all collectd at a table, is the lot of them, and quite a lot they are too. When I think about sweet asian girls, which I do from time to time, these are the girls I think about. Or ones that look very much like them. Ok, Im not in the mood to look cool, especially with this dumb ass green sweatr I got on today. Function my ass. Bettr give the wardrobe a check, if Im gonna be in the presence of these beauties on occassion.

I concertedly avoid looking directly at them. I throw my leftovr rice in the micro and duck out to the men's room. Inside, post business, I reflect on my appearance in the mirror. Stupid sweatr, cheesus. And what about this hair? G'dammm! Ok, boy, its dis myself day. Shit, tho, its like I feel like I cant compete with those sweet cuties out there. And I want to.

Or more likely I just want one of my own. And not really want for keeping, but like, to borrow for like, an hour in the ground floor handicap washroom. Ok, enough of that line of thought. That gets me nowhere. Plus, there was something in the way of these grand plans anyway. what was that...? Oh yeah, right. The girlfriend.

Of course, coming back to the lunch room for my grub, I cant help but practically bodycheck this one girl. We're right in each othr's space, cause its tight there (soo tight, lol), so I cant like nonchalantely merge into the background as plannd, since her friends are like looking right at her (and hence, me) and talking. What sweet voices they have. I like the aural quality of voices of girls of asian descent. Or it maybe Im just crazy about girls. All girls. Young, old, fat, skinny. Its like that line from Big Daddy Kane's I Get The Job Done--'Ill take 'em eighteen tuh eighty dumb crippld and crazy'. Come on. Ive got some standards. Fugly is out. Cutey is in. Hot smoldring latin accent is hot.

Boy, I feel dumb eating my lunch at my desk. But man, I sure like looking out at this mini-forest.

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Edited by Midnight_Monk on 12/13/06 - 4:22 PM
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Posted 12/14/06 - 10:23 PM:

Midnight_Monk wrote:
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Gazing out my window Im mollified by the soft swaying of the tall timbrs in the grove beyond. Swaying in unision like praire grass to a wind that I can neithr hear nor feel. My mind drifts off into the blue sky yondr, peering through the canopy, tugging at the curtains. Whenevr I get a surge inside to apply myself and really excell and push forward in my job, invariably my focus is dispersd by some trifle. In this case, I yearn to be out in the weathr, creeping between the trees and meticulously stepping ovr falln logs. Theres a stream down there, running through that grove. A real nice one. A watrfall above. That land wont be developd, I reckon. Probably protectd.

As am I, inside this concrete glass box.

Its quiet here though. Not so much bruhaha and bustle as the old place. Quiet, soft, and still. Or thats how it feels. Which is fine. It suits me. I feel comfortable. At home. My working space is biggr. Ive got space to entertain a client or co-op if need be. Whenevr Im not drifting out the window.

The sun opens up in the sky beyond the trees. Golden light pours in through discrete beams. I look into the light. The flow of nature, so near, is hypnotic. I crave for the full lungs of cool wintr air. These trees are going to put me to sleep.

In the absence of sensual distractions I find suitable replacemnts. Evr on to the new horizon looketh I. Evr on.

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loveliness. those last two paragraphs would make a fine poem.
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Posted 12/15/06 - 7:03 PM:

~~~

'Hi, nice to see you again.'

Hand shaking with the bosses from the States. Its great for us all to get togethr and such, yeah, yeah, of course. My eyes wandr around the banquet hall as they start talking about the directions and vision for next year's expansion.

Wow. There's a lot of sweet looking women working with this company. And theyre all dressd up for the Christmas banquet. Ive seen some favorites in the crowd, some that made it high on the list from the previous office. Ahh. There's that sweet chinese girl who I didnt care much for at first, but who, aftr closr examination, became dreadfully distracting with exotic allure. I would date her in a second. Oh man, the receptionist is, of course, wearing a bust-revealing dress, and since she's about 5' tall, Im like looking down a lush cream valley. And the list goes on and on.

Im making like Im paying attention to the shop talk whilst lecherously scanning the room. Oh sure, yes, offshore, right. Three women come up and sit with us at our table. Now the MC is directing our attention to some talk by the CEO on a giant screen. Yeah yeah, sit down and shut up.

Bar time.

Thank god for this drink ticket.

'...collaboration...construction...'

Vision themes. And lo, doth a vision appear. There she is, dressd in black. Wow.

WOW.

Three drinks latr.

Im on my way from the bar, and we pass in the doorway. Ola! indeed. Blah blah, hihowareya. You look great.

'...breaking down barriers...'

You must be ready for the dance aftrwards. What you havn heard? Oh sure, they clear all these table away and make a dance floor. Thats from 3-5, aftr lunch. She laughs. Of course, that cant be, its silly, isnt it? Do you like dancing? She does. Well what kind? It depends.

Of course it does. Evrything depends on evrything. How I ask this next question will depend on how you choose to answr it. Or something. Good thing I read those postrs plastrd up around the telephone poles by the bus stop.

Cause I heard about this event coming up out in Grey Point Community Centre. Theres like this ballroom dancing thing for charity coming up in the New Year. Maybe youd like to go, check it out? Could be intrsting.

With me, I imply. I would, she replies. That sounds like fun.

Not as fun as some things I could think of, which Im trying hard not to think of while staring at her figure which is irresistably making me think of just that which I dont want to reveal Im thinking! Yet.

ok, we got the numbrs, well connect latr on and see about that function. Have a great holiday if I dont see you.

Drink 4.

I chat up one of the girls who sat at our table. She's in multimedia developmnt. Nice. Red head too. Its all aces, boy. Aces.

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Edited by Midnight_Monk on 03/07/07 - 10:55 PM. Reason: continuity edit
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loveliness. those last two paragraphs would make a fine poem.


tanks! I have my momnts...

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Posted 12/21/06 - 3:17 PM:

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So here we sit. My couch isnt feeling as soft and bouncy as it once did. Whatevr. Its not really a 'couch' anyway, more like a wanna-be day bed but without the stupid brass-colourd aluminum bars. Girlfriend plops down and I hear the furniture creak. Thats not good. Softly now. My tv is too small. I can barely see the screen from 5 feet away. Thank goodness this dumb chick flick is in Chinese. I dont know a word. Im too lazy to read the subtitles, so fuck it, I guzzle back my booze. Id startd with red wine, movd to beer, and now am into the rye and coke, sans the coke and ice.

GF nuzzles up as best she can on this weird sofa. I feel the warmth. But Im reminded of this old zen story, where this monk was like, all sexed up by some courtesan but he was all like 'hey, that ship has saild, Im totally into the meditation thing, being centered and not all on this sensual desire trip'. Well, it ended up some chick like burns his hut down. I get the feeling that he mightve stayd inside, staying perfectly at peace. Point is, I feel a distance between this closeness.

Why? Who knows. Is it my responsibility to go around examining all my motivations all the time? Why should I be so self-aware anyway. What does it get me. Why not follow the feeling. Shit, evn Luke told Darth Vader to search his feelings, evn when he was evil! But thats because the feelings were the source of intuiton, good or bad. So am I not bettr off listning to those than to the endless tire-spinning round of rationalizations that gurgle forth from my brain all day long?

GF rolls off the sofa and slides off to the washroom. I know theres a lot of love there, especially for her, but there's also something missing. So Im caught, as usual. Well hello freakin' pattrn. Last 3 relationships seemd to move in this very direction. I swoop in, create a deep connection, then like for no reason, just dive out again. Self-examination? Bah! Im sure it will work itself out in due course. I enjoy the path of least resistance.

Cell phone is ringing.

Hmmm, whos calling me today? I glance at the numbr, silence the ringr and let the msg kick in.

GF comes back, takes a sip of her beer. I slouch down despondently. Oh, its just the booze, I say, as I slurp up anothr empty glass. Ok, off to the kitchen to mix anothr.

As Im pouring my rye out Im smiling to myself, grinning on the inside. I hadnt really expectd her to call. I figurd Id call her next year, like aftr the holidays. Looks like theres a new msg on my phone. I will check that latr, in private.

Sitting down with my cup. I should ease off the booze. Sure, I say that evry holiday season. One day I guess Ill mean it. Not today. Fuck, what is this movie about? At least the heroine is hot. I hope she gets naked.

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Posted 03/05/07 - 5:08 PM:

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I schemed to meet up with her before the dancing event, maybe for drinks I said. She was keen. I explaind that there was a plethora of pubs and such near the community centre that is hosting the dance event. Now we had only spoke briefly on this point, but there was some enthusiasm shard--the kind that sortov sputtrs forth uncontrollably, gurgling through fiber-optics and wooshing across cellular networks. I miss seeing her around the office, but there are a few distractions here too. The new hiree we just got in to fill the role of multimedia content developer is damnd attractive. She's blonde, short and trim, fit from all angles, with just the right proportion of curvatures. Etc, etc...nice to look at, stirs up primal thoughts in me, but cold, because she's not really my type.

Why, I askd myself, would I waste time chasing aftr any woman that doesnt at a basic level meet my criteria for ideal appearance, ie, dark hair, skin, exotic flavour? I mean, I find all sorts of women attractive, sexy, and desirable, but thats just because Im a healthy red-blooded man. Red-heads, blondes, sure. But I crave for the dark--asian, latin. To be with a blonde etc will cause problems in the long run (unless, somehow, its 'true love'), cause Ill just crave for the dark haird girls. I nevr fail to have my intrst sparkd by a dark haird girl in pigtails and thick black plastic rimmd glasses with neo-bohemian post-hippie fashion seen at all the anti-war rallies. So whats my problem?

Anyway, right now--I satisfy myself to reflect--Im working between an exotic South American woman with a to-die-for figure and a North American born Chinese sweetheart who dreams of marriage. Well, I say toss those cookies and see where the crumbs land. I havnt the heart to break hearts, but Im a slave to my desires, and I refuse to give them up, especially since I am in the zone. I can totally see the direction of the path, and it leads to a warm and wondrful place. No way am I going to let go of this chance. In this once-livd life you gots ta take what you can git, or face regret. I dont want to look back when Im 75 and think 'gee, I couldve done this or that, but didnt have the balls to make it happn'.

So here I am, waiting in the pub closest to the community centre, making it happn.

Edited by Midnight_Monk on 03/07/07 - 10:41 PM
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i like how light and dynamic it is. it's fun to read. smiling face


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Well done

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Posted 03/07/07 - 10:34 PM:

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So the pub was a bust. Frida came late with effuse applogies. I tossd back my 4th beer in quick fashion (I had been waiting). Fortunately the dance was only just undrway, and we were but a block's walk from the community centre. My initial irritation cultivatd around the 2nd beer was instantly liquified when she appeard at my table. She wore a tight fitting black dress, classy, but so damn flattring. Her curves were accentuatd in all the ways that make a gentleman blush. Her hair was so thick and curly, gently surrounding those two beaming bright eyes. Her lips gave me the feeling of exquisite anticipation.

It wasnt a formal affair, but I put on some nice slacks and did up my collard shirts the way they do these days, looking crisp but casual. We talkd about work as we walkd. I hadnt seen her since Christmas, and we'd both been busy at important projects. She askd aftr some membrs of my team and I responded in a friendly engaging mannr. I opend the door for her at the community centre. I would have likd to have been in the room to see us make our entrance. Had I of been, Im sure Id would have had to put my tongue back in my mouth.

There was a good mix of people at the event. Some oldr, some youngr, a couple of traind amateurs, and a flambouant dance instructor, originally from Argentina (he told us latr). The event was being put on as a charity for the local food bank, and I did my part by putting the bag of tinnd goods I had been carrying in the collection box by the welcome desk. The hall lookd like an old church. Now it was a soon-to-be rockin' ballroom venue. The instructor was speaking to the group as we entrd, so we took up positions near the edge of the crowd.

'1.2.3.pause.5.6.7.back'

Our instructor was tall and thin, and his pants entirely too form fitting. He was demonstrating the basic moves of salsa with an equally tall and slendr but exceedingly gorgeous middle agd asian woman. I marvelld at the facility with which their feet whirld across the floor. They impartd grace to each step with the bold confidence of countless hours of practice.

I felt a little twinge of uncertain excitemnt as he instructd us to repeat the moves. Frida and I facd each othr and took our positions. When I graspd her hand it was like a slow warm electric wave that continued until I restd my othr hand gently on her uppr back as hers restd on my side. We lockd our gazes for a minute, smiling. Lively salsa music was now coursing through the sound system, as the dozens of eagr participants began cautiously taking their ballroom baby steps.

I lookd down at my feet, trying to move them, as shown, in time to the music. I kept stumbling or two stepping (same foot twice). Frida laughd. When I steppd on her foot, really quite by accident, she rubbd her hand along my side. A more comforting gesture I could have hardly imagind. Aftr one or two songs we had approachd a level of competence in moving in unison. She was a natural. She said she'd have nevr done this kind of dance before, but had done a little fox trot back home. Her legs were shapely and smooth. No stockings, just silky milky flesh. Though I was not the kind to care much on this point, I did note with satisfaction that her toes and feet were also nicely shapd undr strappy black heels.

I was sweating.

The music died down and our instructor continued with the next sequence of moves.



Edited by Midnight_Monk on 03/07/07 - 10:41 PM
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