conversation porn
The below is basically fanfic-grade squawking. Pass on by if you don't want to puke.
There is a brazilian artist around at the moment who is pretty cute and a very good artist, but also is a bit devastating in conversation. He is engaging and very, very intelligent, and I swear, there is the atmosphere of foreplay around the two conversations we have had. You know when you are in a good conversation and you are building and exploring new notions together, and then you find yourself drawing a blank, so you say 'I have to stop here actually, because I can't bring this thought together,' and what he then says is no, I'm not a teacher, go on! You can do it. And this is an amazing tactic because you find yourself passing your blank point and he has pushed you there.
At this point he has reached over to emphasise a point and while he is talking he now actually is stroking with his middle finger the edge of the book I have in front of me on the table - a slight invasion of territory that is, I think, calculatedly flirtatious, but innocent in the sense that he is just as excited by the conversation as I am. Unfortunately, noticing a man's hands is the first sign that my slutty brain is interested. Unless he is a complete fraud, we actually have a total connection of ideas that excite us both. The conversation is all about the erotics of intimacy.
For the record, the above is basically the instruction manual on how to get me into bed. He must be amazingly successful with the people he fancies.
There is a brazilian artist around at the moment who is pretty cute and a very good artist, but also is a bit devastating in conversation. He is engaging and very, very intelligent, and I swear, there is the atmosphere of foreplay around the two conversations we have had. You know when you are in a good conversation and you are building and exploring new notions together, and then you find yourself drawing a blank, so you say 'I have to stop here actually, because I can't bring this thought together,' and what he then says is no, I'm not a teacher, go on! You can do it. And this is an amazing tactic because you find yourself passing your blank point and he has pushed you there.
At this point he has reached over to emphasise a point and while he is talking he now actually is stroking with his middle finger the edge of the book I have in front of me on the table - a slight invasion of territory that is, I think, calculatedly flirtatious, but innocent in the sense that he is just as excited by the conversation as I am. Unfortunately, noticing a man's hands is the first sign that my slutty brain is interested. Unless he is a complete fraud, we actually have a total connection of ideas that excite us both. The conversation is all about the erotics of intimacy.
For the record, the above is basically the instruction manual on how to get me into bed. He must be amazingly successful with the people he fancies.