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Friday Night Walk
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Friday Night Walk Friday night was absolutely gorgeous out. Clear sky, Not too cold, and I wanted so much to be in the mountains and watch the stars. Or go for a walk. On my way home I drove past ... hmm, I will call him "The Mechanic" - the<b> platonic </font></b>friend turned FWB from early this year. Turns out he didn't see me (I later asked) but he texted me 10 minutes later to ask what I was doing. He'd been cooped up in the house all week and was out for a walk. So I invited myself along and had him swing by to get me (it was 10:30pm when we started out) We didn't walk too far, a couple blocks to a school then went back and sat in the bleachers and just talked for a few hours and watched what stars we could see in city lights. Until he decided I was too cold and I'd blame him if he kept me out too late and I missed my planned outing the next morning, so he made me wear his coat and walked me home. It was a beautiful night. What interests me though is the "buzzing". I can't explain it any more than that. If he hugs me... it starts. I feel it even if we're just holding hands. Or even just sitting beside one another not even touching. It's like an underlying hum of energy that's always there. I want to say "sexual energy" but it might be something else. That's just the only way I know to interpret it. Somehow, despite (so far as I remember) he grew up entirely here in the NW and his childhood was rather wild... somehow he has the "Southern Gentleman Rules of How to Treat a Lady" down pat. The cousin I had a crush on when I was 14 (he was 15 and it was mutual) was raised in the South and his mom thoroughly trained him. His and my first ever fight (not counting the week of knock down, drag out fighting we had before family jokingly teased us for "Love-fighting" one another and somehow we discovered it was true -- actually it was him teasing me, and me drag down fighting in return) was over the fact I never let him open doors. I didn't NOT let him, I just got out or opened doors before he could get there. Opening doors (whether I'm going in or out, including car doors even if I'm driving), ladies first, watch language around a lady, gentleman walks on the outside of the sidewalk closest to the road, I know there are a lot of others but these are the 3 I remember because the mechanic does all of them. That last bit really has nothing to do with anything. Just it kinda makes me feel cared for. Have to remember to not take it personally haha. But the energy flow... he hinted last night that it's mutual, though I'm not sure we're talking the same thing. It's somehow different from anything I've experienced before. |
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I do watch my language. Imaginative cursing is an underappreciated art form. In order to unleash a creative string of expletives with a pleasing combination of cadence and emphasis, extemporaneously,one must invest in years of study and practice. I had the advantage of being schooled at my grandmother's knee. She was buried with a bottle of whiskey and a pinochle deck to comfort her in the afterlife. Fireproof cards, no doubt. I also open doors for ladies, if they will just slow down a bit and let me get to the goddamn door first! And I too am a mechanic, of the shade tree variety. An essential element of any mechanical repair is the ability to curse effectively. I find it helpful in dog training too. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I planned to go walking Friday night but ended up drinking whiskey instead.   I'd say there's some genuine significance to that "electric" feeling. You can't put that into a bottle and sell it!!!  insert exploding bomb image here
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I'm guessing the other alternative would be the implant from that alien abduction acting up.
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At least Jameson leaves little to no hangover. Problem is that it tastes too good. In the morning there was almost none left!  Opening day of the dance company was awesome though. Read about it in my latest post. insert exploding bomb image here
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If I correctly interpreted an earlier post, forebrain once concluded this gentleman features dealbreakers. Hindbrain wants forebrain to reconsider, and is making excellent progress.
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Evening walk. Sitting together in the bleachers admiring the stars for hours, until he thinks you're getting cold and lends you his coat. This is how Platonic friendships begin? If you say so.  I think you will be watching him at work. Don't forget to serve lemonade, with a glass for yourself, and straws.
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If I could I'd be rich lol.
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