he met her through, oddly enough, a woman he used to sleep with. she was very quiet the very first time they met. so quiet that the both of them often forget their very first encounter. the second encounter, she was much more warm towards him. not in a 'expressing my attraction' type of way. it was more of a good friend, but the open gesture came out of nowhere. he figured that she must have had a good day prior to meeting up with him and all of their mutual friends. they all went to a restaurant in the union square area. it was a very good night, filled with pictures taken with dslr cameras and exquisite asian cuisine.
a good while after this, they went as a pair to get thai at a restaurant on smith street in brooklyn. she came from manhattan to meet him. in the rain. while walking in the wrong direction. he phoned her, got her location, tracked her down, and got them to the shelter of the restaurant, mainly because walking in heavy rainfall is very unpleasant to him. dinner was decent but it could have been a lot better. he took her home and thought nothing more of it. she began to show more interest while maintaining the hard to get stance. this was impressive, but the chase is a very sensual thing to a man, particularly this man. little did he know that this was the peak of her efforts for him.
he gave her a christmas gift of a box with a few items in it. he received a pair of gloves months later. he stopped by on new years eve because he knew he would not see her because they both had separate plans. she made him wait outside in late-december weather for thirty minutes because she did not believe that he was really at her building, although she could have looked outside her window to check. they dated for about six months. within six months, she had visited him three times in his home borough. he went to her house multiple times a week. the inconsistency bothered him and he spoke to her constantly about this growing issue. he felt like a pestering nuisance, but why break up with her when you can actually try to make it work. he spoke, he reiterated, he expressed his wishes, and he spoke some more. eventually, he gave up. they came to a mutual understanding that eventual friends would be a better route. she went back to the companionship of an ex-boyfriend who recently re-entered her life and she lived happily ever after, commuting to his brooklyn home several times a week.
they would hang out occasionally after that, but he saw that even with the heavy amount of potential she had, she was never built to actually realize any of it. he began to see her in a different light. someone that had either no or a ridiculously low respect lever for him. someone that only cares about what she wants. someone that has no interest in being her own woman, but only wants to be what others already are. a mimic. he gave her options to show that respect, or at least match his own respect for her. she never did and never will.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
today is today
today's feeling: cold
the hot water in the shower is currently disabled so this is the period of patience while i wait for aqua de caliente to return.
today's key word: effort
a little effort goes a long way. it is a great thing to say how you feel and say what you want to do with yourself, but what is the point in saying anything if you do not intend on doing anything? what a lot of people do not seem to understand is that our words have so much power, but if you misuse it, the power reduces because there was never any intention of action borne with those words. it applies to everything. love, life, careers, etc. be extremely careful in the things that you say and when you say those words, prepare to deal with the consequences, whether positive or negative.
today's woman: nameless
she sat across from him on the number two downtown train from 14th street in manhattan. she had hair that was short, curly, and a lovely shade of milk chocolate brown. she wore a red sweater, a wool peacoat, and a canvas shoulder bag. she looked oddly familiar to him, as if she was a former coffee customer of his in his days as a barista. maybe. maybe not. they both read books of incredible girth with intense concentration, occasionally glancing up to steal a peek at the other person but always missing direct eye contact but a couple seconds. she took out a sheet of paper from her bag, wrote briefly on it, and went back to her book. he noticed this from the corner of his peripheral vision and asked himself if she was really that bold. he found this to be a very attractive quality in a woman. a woman not afraid to go and get what she wants. not overly aggressive, but definitely not passive in any way. the train came to a stop at grand army plaza. she gathered the bag, threw the small piece of paper in her bag, and exited the train without a glance at the young man. she may have had a bold thought, but he would never find out.
the hot water in the shower is currently disabled so this is the period of patience while i wait for aqua de caliente to return.
today's key word: effort
a little effort goes a long way. it is a great thing to say how you feel and say what you want to do with yourself, but what is the point in saying anything if you do not intend on doing anything? what a lot of people do not seem to understand is that our words have so much power, but if you misuse it, the power reduces because there was never any intention of action borne with those words. it applies to everything. love, life, careers, etc. be extremely careful in the things that you say and when you say those words, prepare to deal with the consequences, whether positive or negative.
today's woman: nameless
she sat across from him on the number two downtown train from 14th street in manhattan. she had hair that was short, curly, and a lovely shade of milk chocolate brown. she wore a red sweater, a wool peacoat, and a canvas shoulder bag. she looked oddly familiar to him, as if she was a former coffee customer of his in his days as a barista. maybe. maybe not. they both read books of incredible girth with intense concentration, occasionally glancing up to steal a peek at the other person but always missing direct eye contact but a couple seconds. she took out a sheet of paper from her bag, wrote briefly on it, and went back to her book. he noticed this from the corner of his peripheral vision and asked himself if she was really that bold. he found this to be a very attractive quality in a woman. a woman not afraid to go and get what she wants. not overly aggressive, but definitely not passive in any way. the train came to a stop at grand army plaza. she gathered the bag, threw the small piece of paper in her bag, and exited the train without a glance at the young man. she may have had a bold thought, but he would never find out.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
a thing called new york love
He saw her in line from the other side of the room. He noticed how fluffed her hair looked. It looked as soft and sweet as cotton candy. He brushed it off because, as usual, she was a pretty woman in manhattan. You can never think too deeply when it comes to New York Love. He went about his business, tending to trash and overflowing coffee pots. The line began to get a bit lengthy, so it was time to unleash...the LINEBUSTER. Linebusting is nothing more than the mentality of destroying the line of customers as quickly as possible, in a great fury of efficiency and witty co-worker tidbits. He began to pop brown paper bags like a seasoned supermarket clerk. He served customer after customer with the usual bread, sweet, drink, napkin flow. Eventually, he got to her. She had eyes that smiled and a nosering like a minature sun, shining with those eyes. She began with a turkey with avocado sandwich. He asked blankly if that was it, half assuming that the order was over and so was the momentary nirvana. She added a bag of cape cod chips. The meal got better. Then, with a cute half smile, she said" ...aaaand a chocolate chip cookie, please." He picked up the cookie, put it in the bag, and gave her a smile. She knew it was in humor to her appetite and she said nothing, but smiled in reply. He jokingly asked if she would like anything else. Coffee was a necessary requirement, of course. A large with skim milk. He was impressed with her appetite, and she sure wasn't shy about it either. He got her name. It was ellen. It was anticipation ever since.
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