Monday, October 25, 2004
ramble ramble rambo.
this was my opportunity to meet my objet d'amour. or at least give her the chance to see me, to get used to me. my plan was to walk by on my side of the street and not look over her way. this, i felt, was a very clever masculine move: to meet n ultimately seduce thru no contact at all. she wld b made aware of me as a mysterious figure, someone with no need of her watsoever. this is compelling to a woman.
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then something exciting happened. her cell phone rang. it was exciting bcoz wat crossed her face ranged wildly on the map of human emotion. n oh, did i divide that moment up into millionths:
the phone rang.
she decided to ignore it.
she decided to ans it.
she decided to ignore it.
she decided to chk caller-id.
she looked at the phone display.
she turned off the phone n continued speaking.
but the moment before turning off the phone broke down further into submoments:
she worried that it might b a specific person.
she saw that it was.
she turned off the phone with an angry snap.
but this submoment broke down into even more sub-submoments:
she grieved.
pain shot thru her like a lightning strike.
----joraffe----
