Monday, February 24, 2014

Time Reveals All Things

Soundtrack

It's been a tough couple of days.
.....but I meet up with the exceedingly pretty girl with whom I've been on a few dates. We walk and talk and the like. We do something middle class professionals do for a day date and I'm still making sure I don't stare at her because she really is that pretty. There's a grace to her that is increasingly rare these days of modernity.

We run into someone from my past and it takes every bit of control and frame to act like I don't see her. I should get a fucking Oscar for my performance. I feel her eyes rove over me and I see her body language grow anxious and more animated, subconsciously fidgeting. I take a deep breath inside. I've wondered for * years what this would be like and as life always does: it comes when we least expect it and at the most ironic of moments.
It takes quite awhile for me to recompose my insides as I go about my date with this girl.

We post up at a café and she eventually curls up on my arm.
She reminds me of a cat, in a good way.
I drink some coffee and feel her small frame up against me.
Two people finding solace from the storm of life in the peace of idle talk and short winded flirtation.
I go to the bathroom and innocently check my phone out of habit.
There's a text from the other girl with whom I went on a date last week.
I honestly hadn't thought of her since that night.

I go back out to my date and simply enjoy the quiet peace and nonchalant talk of two people before the real expectations and letdowns that are sure to come.
We part and I kiss her, taking her face in my hand and I don't want it to end.
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I head home and skip a meeting because I'm not fucking in the mood somehow.
I sleep deep and hard but it is not entirely restful.
I can feel myself changing.
I can feel my inner compass trying to find true North and seeking to make my actions and speech congruent.

I'm supposed to make plans with this Non American girl I met last week but I've already begun to find this whole dating process tiresome. I've already not bothered replying to a girl who I'd met on V-Day.
I do like spending time with this one girl, however.
I like spending time with her very much.

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