theatrical_muse TM 203 - Intrigue
Intrigue.
Intrigue can be defined as many things - the use of deceitful stratagems, a plot or crafty dealing, an illicit love affair, and so forth. For myself, however, I find that more often than not, intrigue means the latter. The nights in which I frequent the local pub often end with these types of intrigues.
I do not necessarily set out to meet those lonely women, ready to shag at the drop of a hat. Rather, they tend to find me: the broken and desolate man with a mask for a face. Well, that is what I imagine them seeing. I have been told by many of these women, prior to the given shag-fest, that I exude confidence and regality. I make a heart flutter with a single smile. I, on the other hand, do not see any of this, but I also do not protest if they offer such compliments. Why bother? They will just take it to be modesty when I, in fact, speak truth.
I keep this secret life of mystery and meaningless snogs and shags just that: a secret. Those mates who may know me a bit better than the rest have come to realise what happens through my all-night absences, returning the next morning in the same clothes I wore the previous night. But even they do not acknowledge it. It is something that is left unspoken but utterly understood.
There is a certain appeal in intrigue. But I would beg the question - does it fill the soul? When that ever-present pain starts creeping within my chest, can a meaningless night of casual sex satisfy that emptiness? And while the chase and the catch are brilliant (I have no argument for that), they do not last. They simply happen and then fade away.
And yet, tonight, I will drive to the pub with a few good mates, order more pints than any one man should, and get absolutely pissed. I will, most likely, pick up a woman who may be no older than twenty, whose name I will not remember and whose age I care little about. I will try to persuade her to allow me to come home with her, or I will persuade her to come home with me (home being Iris' cottage since I'm a bit of a drive away). Meaningless. Void.
Exhilarating.
Character l Graham Baker
Fandom l Movies (The Holiday)
Word Count l 392
Intrigue can be defined as many things - the use of deceitful stratagems, a plot or crafty dealing, an illicit love affair, and so forth. For myself, however, I find that more often than not, intrigue means the latter. The nights in which I frequent the local pub often end with these types of intrigues.
I do not necessarily set out to meet those lonely women, ready to shag at the drop of a hat. Rather, they tend to find me: the broken and desolate man with a mask for a face. Well, that is what I imagine them seeing. I have been told by many of these women, prior to the given shag-fest, that I exude confidence and regality. I make a heart flutter with a single smile. I, on the other hand, do not see any of this, but I also do not protest if they offer such compliments. Why bother? They will just take it to be modesty when I, in fact, speak truth.
I keep this secret life of mystery and meaningless snogs and shags just that: a secret. Those mates who may know me a bit better than the rest have come to realise what happens through my all-night absences, returning the next morning in the same clothes I wore the previous night. But even they do not acknowledge it. It is something that is left unspoken but utterly understood.
There is a certain appeal in intrigue. But I would beg the question - does it fill the soul? When that ever-present pain starts creeping within my chest, can a meaningless night of casual sex satisfy that emptiness? And while the chase and the catch are brilliant (I have no argument for that), they do not last. They simply happen and then fade away.
And yet, tonight, I will drive to the pub with a few good mates, order more pints than any one man should, and get absolutely pissed. I will, most likely, pick up a woman who may be no older than twenty, whose name I will not remember and whose age I care little about. I will try to persuade her to allow me to come home with her, or I will persuade her to come home with me (home being Iris' cottage since I'm a bit of a drive away). Meaningless. Void.
Exhilarating.
Character l Graham Baker
Fandom l Movies (The Holiday)
Word Count l 392