A Look Into Me...
This is something I wrote. I feel a bit weird putting it up but do what you will with it.
What moments could have been? Some scientists believe that all possible outcomes exist in some form outside our dimension. If this is so one has to wonder if things are better there. Certainly this world isn't the best it could be so it doesn't take much to realize more is possible. However, human nature being what it is, we are quick to forget what good we do have. If things can be better then things can also be worse.
But what if we do no so much want things better as different? We make no judgment upon what we have as to its own goodness but simply wonder what could be.
It is in this spirit I write now. I wonder what 'different' would be with another. A woman I only saw at a distance. She was tall and slim but bookish. Something I find very attractive. I want a woman who thinks and enjoys being engaged. Her black hair was trimmed short and she wore a plain pair of black glasses. She allowed a sliver of her navel to peek out from under her gray shirt as she walked. I watched her move to a secluded table where she began to eat a small meal.
So, it was then I began to wonder. How would she react had I approached her? Not thinking highly of myself I could only imagine it would resemble befuddled amusement. I don't put much stock in my abilities to engage the opposite sex.
Instead I moved past that and wondered what she would be like had things gone well. I posed mostly questions than anything else. I did no covet her in my heart nor wish to actually pursue her. Right now all I was interested in doing was pose questions. Anything a good scientist might do.
What did she sound like? How did her body move in more familiar surroundings? What did she taste like? How would her smooth belly feel under my hand? What was she like in an intimate setting? Did she like to lead or be led? What was her touch like? Was it firm or delicate? Cold or warm? What did she like to hear? What intimate sounds did she make? What would make her make those sounds?
On and on it went until she was done with her meal. She stood and pulled on a thickly stuffed long black winter coat and a red wool cap. All hints of a body any woman would be pleased to own was obfuscated. Only her delicate round face and black glasses could be seen. However, for me, that was enough. She walked within a few feet of me as she discarded the remains of this evening's dinner and headed out the door. At that moment only a single question formed in my mind: Would she tell me her name had I asked for it?
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What moments could have been? Some scientists believe that all possible outcomes exist in some form outside our dimension. If this is so one has to wonder if things are better there. Certainly this world isn't the best it could be so it doesn't take much to realize more is possible. However, human nature being what it is, we are quick to forget what good we do have. If things can be better then things can also be worse.
But what if we do no so much want things better as different? We make no judgment upon what we have as to its own goodness but simply wonder what could be.
It is in this spirit I write now. I wonder what 'different' would be with another. A woman I only saw at a distance. She was tall and slim but bookish. Something I find very attractive. I want a woman who thinks and enjoys being engaged. Her black hair was trimmed short and she wore a plain pair of black glasses. She allowed a sliver of her navel to peek out from under her gray shirt as she walked. I watched her move to a secluded table where she began to eat a small meal.
So, it was then I began to wonder. How would she react had I approached her? Not thinking highly of myself I could only imagine it would resemble befuddled amusement. I don't put much stock in my abilities to engage the opposite sex.
Instead I moved past that and wondered what she would be like had things gone well. I posed mostly questions than anything else. I did no covet her in my heart nor wish to actually pursue her. Right now all I was interested in doing was pose questions. Anything a good scientist might do.
What did she sound like? How did her body move in more familiar surroundings? What did she taste like? How would her smooth belly feel under my hand? What was she like in an intimate setting? Did she like to lead or be led? What was her touch like? Was it firm or delicate? Cold or warm? What did she like to hear? What intimate sounds did she make? What would make her make those sounds?
On and on it went until she was done with her meal. She stood and pulled on a thickly stuffed long black winter coat and a red wool cap. All hints of a body any woman would be pleased to own was obfuscated. Only her delicate round face and black glasses could be seen. However, for me, that was enough. She walked within a few feet of me as she discarded the remains of this evening's dinner and headed out the door. At that moment only a single question formed in my mind: Would she tell me her name had I asked for it?
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Posted by Kevin D. on
Tuesday January 10, 2006 at 11:47am
