Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Laws of Attraction and Passion...




Mid-sentence, as I tried to bite into my shrimp po-boy, I stopped. I had to apologize.

"Nadja, I'm sorry, but someone has my attention, and I'm embarassed about it."

She grinned. "I know. They have your full attention."

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you who it is, but first, I gotta tell you this: He's balding; he's older; he's grubbing on his lunch like he hasn't eaten in days, and for some reason, I think he's hot."

"It's the guy in the blue shirt, at the front table," I told her, as she turned to see him.

She agreed. "Ok, I get it."

"Really?" I asked her.

"No, not really, but you get it, so I'm ok with it."

"Swear to God, I wish this was a bar..." I trail off, as we giggle.

"I would SO be over there and introduce myself," I continue on.

As we forge on, our laugh swelling at the ridiculous thought, I continue, "Right now, though, I'd be scared to approach him, since we already know my stuff has made plenty a good man go CRAZY! He just might choke, and we've already ascertained he's really, really hungry. I'm just not sure he can keep up."

She and I continue with our conversation about...well, really, nothing...and my friend notices my glance going back and forth between her and the mystery that lies four tables ahead of me.

I wish I could put my finger on it, but I can't.

Once again, if only I could identify it, I could push forward...

Starvation abated, he began to feed himself a little slower, and she said, "You are completely enthralled."

"Yeah, I am. Wish I knew why."

"It's chemistry," she says.

And, I'm left silently wondering if our pheremones are left there, mid-air, dancing with one another...

Each calling to the other in some form of spiritual, erotic dance...

Because, I can so see us enter-twining...

I feel it in my soul..

And, thank God, I am with Nadja, who knows me...

She knows this is real and happening before her eyes.

I have become a tigress, stalking my prey.

I will know him.

Before the clock strikes one, I will know him.

We finish our lunch, go to the counter and pay our check...

We walk outside and place ourselves on the "waiting" bench.

We chat; we smoke a cigarette; we chat a little more, both of us knowing what I am waiting on...

My prey is inside...

Enjoying his smothered pork chop...

And, because of simply chemistry, I am ok with that, when normally, I just might be...repulsed...

But, yet, I am waiting outside.

I'll catch his glance.

I know it.

And, as our conversation continues, he, FINALLY, walks outside...

I glance over as he walks to his truck...

He glances over at us...

And, I look at my friend...

"It's over. If only 49 years ago he'd have worked on that walk, he and I could've been. I'm over him now. He walks funny."

We giggle, and she goes to her car and I go to mine.

Such is the life of girlfriends...

Able to fall in and out of love in five minutes, and...

There is no need to explain.

We all need a little...

Passion.

3 comments:

  1. You should take over for carrie on sex and the city....good writing aunt pam......

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  2. Sharon Fisher-BascoAugust 30, 2009 at 10:08 AM

    That is freaking hilarious! I was just thinking the same thing as George said. You crack me up. But one thing I would change about the story, we fall in and out of LUST in 5 minutes flat! BWAHHHHHHH!

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  3. Just another piece of evidence that you girls are all mental !!!

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