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I met someone.
I wasn't looking, in fact I tend to be blind to men on a sexual/ intimate level when I am commited. So, to say the least ....this particular man blindsided me. To be honest with you I didn't even like him when I first met him. I thought he was a pretencious ass. He was all with the blah blah poetry blah blah emily dickenson. I was desperately trying to avoid a vomit moment all over his little leather bound journal. Although it was the thought of yarking into his matching leather satchel that made me smile, which only encouraged him to go on and on about his poetry.
Now i will admit that the likelyhood that I really disliked him and all poets aspiring or otherwise was because I myself sucked at it. Ya, I was that lame once. I read Beowolf and The Odessy. I thought they were the most amazing pieces of literature to ever exist. I wanted to write something so powerful and epic, but every atttempt was a joke, every expression of self made me sick. So, I made a really pretty bonfire instead.
But I digress
So the first time we spoke it didn't go well. Then after that I spent several weeks avoiding him because that was better than being rude and just telling him that he was a boring, geeky, know it all. (there's only one allowed around here and if anyone is going to be all geeky and trivial persuit around here it's gonna be me!!) Funny how I see it now but didn't then. Then one day we happened to be sitting in the same general area and a friend of mine starts going off about the wonders of these tiny blue balls that freshen his breath in an amazing way, and to be completely honest I have a dirty mind. So while he talks on and on about the power of tiny blue balls, I giggle. Well, what do you know the pretencious poet that always wears old man button up shirts did too. We had a moment of recognition. . . pervert to pervert. There's a great bond in the depraved mind of man and that is one of them. Giggles and tee hee's about little blue balls. giggle. Ahhh good times.
After that it was cool if he wanted to sit next to me at work and ironically blue balls broke the ice and we found we actually had a whole lot in common. We both read alot, love history, anthropology, psychology, Tolkien, philosophy and theology. It was wonderful to have someone who enjoyed deep philisophical discussion and got my sometimes incredibly vague, dry sense of humor. He turned out to be really cool.
It was some time later, while at work that I got the idea he might just be flirting with me. It suprised me, but what really suprised me was one day while he was being somewhat firtatious I found myself blushing. I'm not kidding my whole face lit up. Now that was a singular experience as I haven't blushed since I was 14. I brushed it off asuming that he was probably the fliratious type and it was nothing personal. And so the friendship grew.
Then there was this incident that I think changed things completely, made them alot more personal. It was so innocent at the time, and somewhat hard to explain without sounding cheesy, but I shall try. I had known him for some time but, never touched him in any way. I'm little wierd about touching people and allowing them to touch me.....especially when I don't know them very well. One day we're just goofing off as usual and I reached over and poked him in the ribs. Simple as that, but it was the wierdest experience I've ever had. I poke him and in that second I felt a shock and this wierd wave roll up my arm. It tickled and he looked really suprise. Without thinking I whispered 'did you feel that?' He was kind of breathy when he answered back rubbing his hand over his belly "yeah, that was wierd." We talked about it for a minute. He rubbing his belly while I rubbed my arm. It was just wierd and niether of us really understood what happened. We knew it was some kind of wierd energy transference maybe, but that was about it. But it changed stuff between us. After that we started hanging out, outside of work. We always hung out in groups, so it was ok. I introduced him to my husband as I did with all my friends. Everything was cool. or so I kept tellling myself.
It wasn't long after they had met that my husband once again brought up the idea of us messing around with other people. I wonder now if he saw something between me and the Poet, that niether of us were even aware of. Ah the great and awesome power of denile....... |
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Posted by Erinys on 2008-04-27 23:52:17 | Rating: | Views: 40
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you're a really good writer. i can't help but get hooked. so i have to wonder, is all this true??? it sounds like fiction.
either way, i'm waiting for the next blog.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT???
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Posted by yalith777
on 2008-04-28 00:24:13
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just enjoy the "brought jitters thru your spine" feeling.
peace!
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Posted by DreamingOfBruxelles
on 2008-04-28 02:37:55
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