Ok, i saw this and (sniff sniff, cry cry). I know that everyone goes through this at one point or another, but that damn romantic in me... "Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."
Friday, September 14, 2007
I need a BF
So, here I am, pretending to clean house, listening to songs on iTunes that, once upon a time, used to be listed as 'Songs to Love By'. Then, somewhere in my misery, I changed the list name to 'Songs that Inspire'. So, I'm listening and getting all melancholy and morose and I think, "F*ck this, they're love songs." Especially when the following was played (one of my all time favorites!)
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ANNIE'S SONG (John Denver)
You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.
Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.
...Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me again.
You fill up my senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.
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I'm hopeless I tell ya, totally hopeless! The second stanza really gets to me. At least I didn't break down crying. It was all the dust I'd been kicking up, I wasn't getting emotional (sniff, wipes tears on sleeve).
Later I'll give you a rundown on my fun at Skully's last night!
Alla prossima!
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ANNIE'S SONG (John Denver)
You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.
Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.
...Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you, come love me again.
You fill up my senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.
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I'm hopeless I tell ya, totally hopeless! The second stanza really gets to me. At least I didn't break down crying. It was all the dust I'd been kicking up, I wasn't getting emotional (sniff, wipes tears on sleeve).
Later I'll give you a rundown on my fun at Skully's last night!
Alla prossima!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Just for Him
Ok, earlier I spoke how I was reading this guys blog and did a post based on that. I've sorta kinda been emailing him and he's like, "How sweet, I inspired you. But I only got one paragraph!"
Hrm, well, yeah, ok. "We danced the Mamushka while Nero fiddled, we danced the Mamushka at Waterloo. We danced the Mamushka for Jack the Ripper, and now, my friend, this Mamushka is for you." ;p
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You love zombies and zombie movies (which is cool), but have had dreams about being eaten by zombies (which is not). If you want to go see "Resident Evil: Extinction" and can't find anyone to go with, lemme know. Zombies, gotta love them! Nothing like flesh eating corpses, and Milla Jovovich, to get the heart pumping and the blood boiling. Other than sex, but that's for another story.
You liken yourself as a force of nature, of wind and water. Then you met another force of nature, of earth and fire. "You could have been gods, but you toiled too long in this mortal realm..." What happens when an unstoppable force meets and unmovable force? Unfortunately, I don't know the answer.
Oh, and you are very real. I know, I've seen his blog. He even made a mini-movie where he talks and moves. I saw it, twice. He's as real as I am. But am I real? Hmmm, philosophical discussions are best left alone until you've had at least 3 drinks.
He used to go bar hopping. The circuit was Pyramid, Q-Bar, Tradewinds, Union, Axis, Havana. Now, he just works. Dude, work is great, and you can love your job, but your job will never love you. Don't forget that. Get out more with your friends. Have a good time. Nothing rejuvenates like a night on the town with those closest to you.
He's made out with a str8 chick, while I've had a str8 chick make out with me. He enjoyed it to some point, I washed my mouth out with alcohol and prayed I didn't catch the str8 gene. ;p
And, my favorite, when he shops he becomes Karen Walker:
He hands his coat over to the sales clerk and says, "Sweetie, can we have a salad and some ice water?"
"We don't sell food here."
"That's not the question I asked, was it!"
(Ok, now for the fun part)
The Twins once said to each other, in cadence:
"Peace Joy Happiness Love, These are my gifts to you.
Hatred Jealousy Chaos Strife, These I take to myself"
Unfortunately, they destroyed each other over their love for a mortal. Which may be the answer to what happens when an unstoppable force meets and unmovable force. They just destroy each other. (the writer ponders for a moment)
Night Dancer loved and lost, as you have done, and he survived to tell the tale. Of course, he destroyed the whole city in the madness of despair. Kudos to you for not destroying the city! Tho there are some parts that I think could use a good cleaning up. If you even want madness to reign, let me know. I'll take you there, first.
Then there is the Dream of the Mad God. He created the perfect world for his people, and then went to sleep for 10,000 years. While he slept, he dreamt that his perfect world went awry, filled with hatred, madness, death. Things he had never intended. When he woke, he found the dream was real and, in his madness of anger, destroyed the world and the people on it. You dreamt of love, and woke up to find "BLAH". Keep moving forward. We can only see what is going on around us. The uncertain past and unknowable future are beyond our reach. Don't let them get you down.
And, when the world becomes too much to bear, get back to basics. I, personally, go to the Green Silence, open my heart, and let it fill me. There's nothing more healing than to listen to the Song of the Green Silence. Well, maybe to share the Silence with a friend. Helene knows.
And, if you got anything out of the last 4 paragraphs, buy yourself a drink and raise the glass to me. Slainte! You'll see them referenced again, I think. LOL, I canna remember what my own blog says.
Peace, joy, happiness, love: These are my gifts to you.
Hrm, well, yeah, ok. "We danced the Mamushka while Nero fiddled, we danced the Mamushka at Waterloo. We danced the Mamushka for Jack the Ripper, and now, my friend, this Mamushka is for you." ;p
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You love zombies and zombie movies (which is cool), but have had dreams about being eaten by zombies (which is not). If you want to go see "Resident Evil: Extinction" and can't find anyone to go with, lemme know. Zombies, gotta love them! Nothing like flesh eating corpses, and Milla Jovovich, to get the heart pumping and the blood boiling. Other than sex, but that's for another story.
You liken yourself as a force of nature, of wind and water. Then you met another force of nature, of earth and fire. "You could have been gods, but you toiled too long in this mortal realm..." What happens when an unstoppable force meets and unmovable force? Unfortunately, I don't know the answer.
Oh, and you are very real. I know, I've seen his blog. He even made a mini-movie where he talks and moves. I saw it, twice. He's as real as I am. But am I real? Hmmm, philosophical discussions are best left alone until you've had at least 3 drinks.
He used to go bar hopping. The circuit was Pyramid, Q-Bar, Tradewinds, Union, Axis, Havana. Now, he just works. Dude, work is great, and you can love your job, but your job will never love you. Don't forget that. Get out more with your friends. Have a good time. Nothing rejuvenates like a night on the town with those closest to you.
He's made out with a str8 chick, while I've had a str8 chick make out with me. He enjoyed it to some point, I washed my mouth out with alcohol and prayed I didn't catch the str8 gene. ;p
And, my favorite, when he shops he becomes Karen Walker:
He hands his coat over to the sales clerk and says, "Sweetie, can we have a salad and some ice water?"
"We don't sell food here."
"That's not the question I asked, was it!"
(Ok, now for the fun part)
The Twins once said to each other, in cadence:
"Peace Joy Happiness Love, These are my gifts to you.
Hatred Jealousy Chaos Strife, These I take to myself"
Unfortunately, they destroyed each other over their love for a mortal. Which may be the answer to what happens when an unstoppable force meets and unmovable force. They just destroy each other. (the writer ponders for a moment)
Night Dancer loved and lost, as you have done, and he survived to tell the tale. Of course, he destroyed the whole city in the madness of despair. Kudos to you for not destroying the city! Tho there are some parts that I think could use a good cleaning up. If you even want madness to reign, let me know. I'll take you there, first.
Then there is the Dream of the Mad God. He created the perfect world for his people, and then went to sleep for 10,000 years. While he slept, he dreamt that his perfect world went awry, filled with hatred, madness, death. Things he had never intended. When he woke, he found the dream was real and, in his madness of anger, destroyed the world and the people on it. You dreamt of love, and woke up to find "BLAH". Keep moving forward. We can only see what is going on around us. The uncertain past and unknowable future are beyond our reach. Don't let them get you down.
And, when the world becomes too much to bear, get back to basics. I, personally, go to the Green Silence, open my heart, and let it fill me. There's nothing more healing than to listen to the Song of the Green Silence. Well, maybe to share the Silence with a friend. Helene knows.
And, if you got anything out of the last 4 paragraphs, buy yourself a drink and raise the glass to me. Slainte! You'll see them referenced again, I think. LOL, I canna remember what my own blog says.
Peace, joy, happiness, love: These are my gifts to you.
For those who need it
Peace Joy Happiness Love
These are my gifts to you
Hatred Jealousy Chaos Strife
These I take to myself
I am falling in love with
The idea of you,
But can I ever handle
The reality of you?
The flower grows to the sun
In a effort to create life
The roots grow into the earth
An homage to its death
All the world in one grain of sand
All of life in every breath
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It's a play on a sonnet, similar but not the same. Of course, when have I ever followed the rules set out by the world? Well, OK, sometimes I do drive the speed limit...
These are my gifts to you
Hatred Jealousy Chaos Strife
These I take to myself
I am falling in love with
The idea of you,
But can I ever handle
The reality of you?
The flower grows to the sun
In a effort to create life
The roots grow into the earth
An homage to its death
All the world in one grain of sand
All of life in every breath
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It's a play on a sonnet, similar but not the same. Of course, when have I ever followed the rules set out by the world? Well, OK, sometimes I do drive the speed limit...
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Kevin
OMG, I totally forgot what it was like to have a crush on Kevin. Tonight I dug out the short story I wrote about that crush. Why? Hell, I think I was looking for something I wrote, something poetic. Instead...
Hell, instead I laughed and cried, hit the highness of happiness and then slumped through the very pit of depression. I so totally forgot what I felt for him. The story's name is "Missed Opportunities". The ending, tho, is way to fucking happy. If you read through this blog you'll read the last time I saw Kevin.
I'm still kicking myself over that one. I remember raising my hand to wave, opening my mouth to call his name, only to lower the hand and hear my voice squeak. I SQUEAKED! I never squeak. I squeal and grunt on occasion, but that's a whole other story.
I did find the quote I was looking for, tho. “In Greece we cast down the pantheon of gods so I can raise him up to replace them all. Athena has not his intellect, Apollo's splendour is pale in comparison, and Aphrodite cannot incite in me the love that he does. All the gods lack the power to stand up to him.” Not quite what I remembered. I think it's the last sentence I was thinking of. That does it for me.
I think I'll change the ending. Make it more real for what really happened.
So, after reading it, what do you think I did. I pulled out the pictures I have of him and stared into his eyes. Gods, I miss him. At least, when I look at his pictures my heart is eased. The pictures of Andrew still hurt too much.
Well, kittens, I must run. I need to soothe my senses and I can't do that wilst blogging.
Hell, instead I laughed and cried, hit the highness of happiness and then slumped through the very pit of depression. I so totally forgot what I felt for him. The story's name is "Missed Opportunities". The ending, tho, is way to fucking happy. If you read through this blog you'll read the last time I saw Kevin.
I'm still kicking myself over that one. I remember raising my hand to wave, opening my mouth to call his name, only to lower the hand and hear my voice squeak. I SQUEAKED! I never squeak. I squeal and grunt on occasion, but that's a whole other story.
I did find the quote I was looking for, tho. “In Greece we cast down the pantheon of gods so I can raise him up to replace them all. Athena has not his intellect, Apollo's splendour is pale in comparison, and Aphrodite cannot incite in me the love that he does. All the gods lack the power to stand up to him.” Not quite what I remembered. I think it's the last sentence I was thinking of. That does it for me.
I think I'll change the ending. Make it more real for what really happened.
So, after reading it, what do you think I did. I pulled out the pictures I have of him and stared into his eyes. Gods, I miss him. At least, when I look at his pictures my heart is eased. The pictures of Andrew still hurt too much.
Well, kittens, I must run. I need to soothe my senses and I can't do that wilst blogging.
Hmmmm
Then we look thru the years and
We want to see
What we couldn't see
And if we had more time
We could become again
All that we might have been
Walking down the many paths
Finding destiny
Avoiding self-discov'ry
We want to see
What we couldn't see
And if we had more time
We could become again
All that we might have been
Walking down the many paths
Finding destiny
Avoiding self-discov'ry
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Society and Gays, in General
I wrote this on Labor Day, on another blogging site (shocking!), but thought it was interesting enough to bring here. Of course, the names of the victims have been changed, because they do read me! LOL
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OK, something happened the other day that kinda got me thinking. I was talking with Amber & Jeremy, two of my neighbors, and we were talking about how Melanie got a new roommate. I don't know her, the new roomie, name, just that she's a female (obviously) and that she's living with Melanie.
Amber's like, "Uh, is she a lesbian? I wanted to hook her up with my brother." Speaking about Melanie and her brother Stevie. The whole time she's saying this, she's looking at me like I should have an instant answer for her. I'm like, "I dunno. I think she's about as gay as the two ladies living next to me, and they're certainly not."
This got me thinking. This is not the first time that someone has commented that two guys/girls living together are gay, without any kind of proof whatsoever. Has society really changed that much? Not more than 30 years ago it was still somewhat "shocking" to have a man and woman living together as if they were married. To have two people of the same sex live together was rather expected and no one ever brought their sexuality into question.
Now, though... The majority of people in the US are still prejudiced against gays. Even here in Columbus (the San Francisco of the Midwest) it isn't safe to let some people know you're sexual preferences. A lot of people say they don't care, but even I (as dense as I can be) noticed a difference once people knew about me.
OK, I think I forgot where I was going with this. Let's just say that society has changed. Even if they aren't more accepting, they are more aware. They are looking at people and wondering, "Is he/she gay, or are they just living together?" Not that it's anyone else's business.
But, you may wondering how I know the ladies next to me aren't lesbians. I don't, and I don't really care. All I really care is that they keep having parties and inviting all those gorgeous guys. I mean, they had a pool/barbecue party today, and all the guys ran around playing volleyball (without the net) sans shirts and getting all hot & sweaty. GODS, what a beautiful day!
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OK, something happened the other day that kinda got me thinking. I was talking with Amber & Jeremy, two of my neighbors, and we were talking about how Melanie got a new roommate. I don't know her, the new roomie, name, just that she's a female (obviously) and that she's living with Melanie.
Amber's like, "Uh, is she a lesbian? I wanted to hook her up with my brother." Speaking about Melanie and her brother Stevie. The whole time she's saying this, she's looking at me like I should have an instant answer for her. I'm like, "I dunno. I think she's about as gay as the two ladies living next to me, and they're certainly not."
This got me thinking. This is not the first time that someone has commented that two guys/girls living together are gay, without any kind of proof whatsoever. Has society really changed that much? Not more than 30 years ago it was still somewhat "shocking" to have a man and woman living together as if they were married. To have two people of the same sex live together was rather expected and no one ever brought their sexuality into question.
Now, though... The majority of people in the US are still prejudiced against gays. Even here in Columbus (the San Francisco of the Midwest) it isn't safe to let some people know you're sexual preferences. A lot of people say they don't care, but even I (as dense as I can be) noticed a difference once people knew about me.
OK, I think I forgot where I was going with this. Let's just say that society has changed. Even if they aren't more accepting, they are more aware. They are looking at people and wondering, "Is he/she gay, or are they just living together?" Not that it's anyone else's business.
But, you may wondering how I know the ladies next to me aren't lesbians. I don't, and I don't really care. All I really care is that they keep having parties and inviting all those gorgeous guys. I mean, they had a pool/barbecue party today, and all the guys ran around playing volleyball (without the net) sans shirts and getting all hot & sweaty. GODS, what a beautiful day!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
I Feel So Lost
The title describes this feeling the best, and I can't begin to tell you why. Though I am going to give it a shot.
I started reading this blog earlier tonight. I won't give the name of the person, or the site it's located on, because just reading has become sorta inspirational. I'm sure the guy who wrote it would be all embarrassed by it, but it's the truth. It's also depressing because I can see in him all that I will never be. Why, because he at least is living his life, not hiding in some limbo world. Waiting. Wasting.
All his ups & downs, disappointments, triumphs & failures, love, and love lost.
Sure, I've gone through all that, and even had fun doing it. Not anymore. Much of what I used to do, I try to do again, but it means nothing. Just a quick flash of lightning in the night. I get no joy from it.
Maybe it's the love and love lost.
I've had my crushes. The last, and most intoxicating, was with Kevin. But it was just a crush and it never went anywhere. I never even tried to get a relationship to go anywhere with him. A missed opportunity that I will always regret. If you read through the blog you'll read about my last love, the flash, the flame, and the agonizing burnout. Since then? Niente!
And that's just it. Just like everyone out there, I want to love and be loved. To make a life with that special someone who would... Ah, how to describe what I want. Someone once told me that they would know their true love in one way. He said, "I will look into his eyes and see my love for him."
I had to think long and hard about that, but it finally came to me. He wasn't just being a little Narcissus. I envied him after that. Whether or not he found what he was looking for, I will never know. But, thinking back, I have never been able to look into my lover's eyes and see aught but my reflection looking back at me. I'm sure that's not what he meant.
I have had a lot of people hitting on me lately. People that I find quite attractive. People that I am not interested in. A year ago I would've been all over them, but now I look at them and think, "Nice, but is he for me? What does he want?" Gays, especially in Columbus, seem to have this one bad habit. To make friends, they have sex. While I'm all about sex, it just doesn't hold the power over me it used to. I don't want to have sex just to make friends. I want to have sex with someone I love.
Has it happened? I don't think so. There have been a few guys I thought I would like to create a relationship with. But, like with Kevin, they were missed opportunities. I let them be missed opportunities. I probably made them into missed opportunities. Why? I think as much as I want a relationship, I am totally afraid of one. I've seen too many guys & girls (straight and gay) get into relationships that end in such utter failures. I've helped several of them pick up the pieces afterward. I just don't want to go through that. Three times was hard enough, I'm not sure I could do it again. And yet, I realize that to find that one person, I will need to suffer more disappointments. More heartbreak.
I try hard not to look at my life as a failure. Whether it be my love life or anything else. A lot of the time I call myself a loser and move on. I'm not deserving of anything better. Yet, I try to remember two quotes. One is quite simple, the other is infinitely more complex. They are:
From Tracie, in the movie 'On Her Majesties Secret Service': "...whatever happens, there will be no regrets." I try to remember to look at everything I do as an experience that enriches my life in some ways. I should live, learn, and keep going. Regret nothing. In regretting, you admit that you have learned nothing.
The next is from the TV series 'Stargate SG-1'. It is spoken by Oma Desala to Daniel Jackson: "The success or failure of your deeds does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is vast, and we are so very small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil..." Struggle through that as much as you want. I got the understanding of it; and, in the remembering of it, I am content.
Well, I've been maudlin long enough. I even think I've gone beyond what I wanted to say.
Ci vediamo, ragazzi!
I started reading this blog earlier tonight. I won't give the name of the person, or the site it's located on, because just reading has become sorta inspirational. I'm sure the guy who wrote it would be all embarrassed by it, but it's the truth. It's also depressing because I can see in him all that I will never be. Why, because he at least is living his life, not hiding in some limbo world. Waiting. Wasting.
All his ups & downs, disappointments, triumphs & failures, love, and love lost.
Sure, I've gone through all that, and even had fun doing it. Not anymore. Much of what I used to do, I try to do again, but it means nothing. Just a quick flash of lightning in the night. I get no joy from it.
Maybe it's the love and love lost.
I've had my crushes. The last, and most intoxicating, was with Kevin. But it was just a crush and it never went anywhere. I never even tried to get a relationship to go anywhere with him. A missed opportunity that I will always regret. If you read through the blog you'll read about my last love, the flash, the flame, and the agonizing burnout. Since then? Niente!
And that's just it. Just like everyone out there, I want to love and be loved. To make a life with that special someone who would... Ah, how to describe what I want. Someone once told me that they would know their true love in one way. He said, "I will look into his eyes and see my love for him."
I had to think long and hard about that, but it finally came to me. He wasn't just being a little Narcissus. I envied him after that. Whether or not he found what he was looking for, I will never know. But, thinking back, I have never been able to look into my lover's eyes and see aught but my reflection looking back at me. I'm sure that's not what he meant.
I have had a lot of people hitting on me lately. People that I find quite attractive. People that I am not interested in. A year ago I would've been all over them, but now I look at them and think, "Nice, but is he for me? What does he want?" Gays, especially in Columbus, seem to have this one bad habit. To make friends, they have sex. While I'm all about sex, it just doesn't hold the power over me it used to. I don't want to have sex just to make friends. I want to have sex with someone I love.
Has it happened? I don't think so. There have been a few guys I thought I would like to create a relationship with. But, like with Kevin, they were missed opportunities. I let them be missed opportunities. I probably made them into missed opportunities. Why? I think as much as I want a relationship, I am totally afraid of one. I've seen too many guys & girls (straight and gay) get into relationships that end in such utter failures. I've helped several of them pick up the pieces afterward. I just don't want to go through that. Three times was hard enough, I'm not sure I could do it again. And yet, I realize that to find that one person, I will need to suffer more disappointments. More heartbreak.
I try hard not to look at my life as a failure. Whether it be my love life or anything else. A lot of the time I call myself a loser and move on. I'm not deserving of anything better. Yet, I try to remember two quotes. One is quite simple, the other is infinitely more complex. They are:
From Tracie, in the movie 'On Her Majesties Secret Service': "...whatever happens, there will be no regrets." I try to remember to look at everything I do as an experience that enriches my life in some ways. I should live, learn, and keep going. Regret nothing. In regretting, you admit that you have learned nothing.
The next is from the TV series 'Stargate SG-1'. It is spoken by Oma Desala to Daniel Jackson: "The success or failure of your deeds does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed! Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is vast, and we are so very small, there is only truly one thing we can control; whether we are good or evil..." Struggle through that as much as you want. I got the understanding of it; and, in the remembering of it, I am content.
Well, I've been maudlin long enough. I even think I've gone beyond what I wanted to say.
Ci vediamo, ragazzi!
The Meat Sale
Ok, I know it has been a VERY long time since I posted anything, but life is cruel and somehow it always manages to take up the majority of my time. However, I plan to start posting here a little more often (I plan to, doesn't mean I can). To get things started again, I have this, The Meat Sale:
I always shop at Kroger. Always have. Call it a familial support. My aunt basically runs the Kroger in my hometown, so I have an affinity for the store. For a while I shopped at Big Bear, but since it has gone out of style, Kroger is it.
Now, once upon a time, there was this guy that works at the store I shop at. He's very cute, but, to be fair, way too young for me (20, mebbe). However, there's nothing with the occasional look and a quick fantasy. After all, he was VERY cute. Dark hair/eyes, trim body...
Anyway, there I am, toodling thru the store, pushing my cart and reading the sales. On the very front it says, "Meat Sale". Hmmm. At that point, hot and sexy walks by.
I have this peculiar condition that I call the Sophia Petrillo syndrome. There's this short circuit between my brain and my mouth. Most people have a filter that keeps their thoughts from going vocal. On occasion, that filter fails me.
It did this day. The conversation, brief as it was, goes like:
"So, you're having a meat sale?" I ask.
"Yeah", sexy says.
"Anything you would recommend?"
"Uh."
"Because you look like a fine cut of meat. Hope in the cart and..."
At this point his eyes widen a little and I realize that those thoughts are out loud and not a quick fantasy. I just quickly say, "Well, later," and walk away, very fast. I looked back, once, just to make sure store security wasn't chasing me. He was standing there, looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a goofy expression on his face.
Hmmm, did I make a good impression? Was I right? Could I have gotten a prime cut of meat if I had stayed to talk? We'll never know, because I never saw him again. Still, I always will have to wonder...
I always shop at Kroger. Always have. Call it a familial support. My aunt basically runs the Kroger in my hometown, so I have an affinity for the store. For a while I shopped at Big Bear, but since it has gone out of style, Kroger is it.
Now, once upon a time, there was this guy that works at the store I shop at. He's very cute, but, to be fair, way too young for me (20, mebbe). However, there's nothing with the occasional look and a quick fantasy. After all, he was VERY cute. Dark hair/eyes, trim body...
Anyway, there I am, toodling thru the store, pushing my cart and reading the sales. On the very front it says, "Meat Sale". Hmmm. At that point, hot and sexy walks by.
I have this peculiar condition that I call the Sophia Petrillo syndrome. There's this short circuit between my brain and my mouth. Most people have a filter that keeps their thoughts from going vocal. On occasion, that filter fails me.
It did this day. The conversation, brief as it was, goes like:
"So, you're having a meat sale?" I ask.
"Yeah", sexy says.
"Anything you would recommend?"
"Uh."
"Because you look like a fine cut of meat. Hope in the cart and..."
At this point his eyes widen a little and I realize that those thoughts are out loud and not a quick fantasy. I just quickly say, "Well, later," and walk away, very fast. I looked back, once, just to make sure store security wasn't chasing me. He was standing there, looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a goofy expression on his face.
Hmmm, did I make a good impression? Was I right? Could I have gotten a prime cut of meat if I had stayed to talk? We'll never know, because I never saw him again. Still, I always will have to wonder...
Monday, May 22, 2006
And the vacation ends
Tutti, I am so sorry I've been gone so long. I was so busy getting ready for Europe, then travelling in Europe, and finally recovering from Europe that I didn't have the time or energy to deal with blogging.
Let me just say that Rome was lovely and I recommend a visit for everyone in the future. Let me know and I'll go with ya and show you around the city! Paris, on the other hand, was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! If I thought I could get a job over there I would've stayed. Well, I need to work on my french a little, too.
Anyhoo, I'm back, I'm out, and I'm collecting new adventures for everyone to read about. Until next time.
Let me just say that Rome was lovely and I recommend a visit for everyone in the future. Let me know and I'll go with ya and show you around the city! Paris, on the other hand, was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! If I thought I could get a job over there I would've stayed. Well, I need to work on my french a little, too.
Anyhoo, I'm back, I'm out, and I'm collecting new adventures for everyone to read about. Until next time.
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