Sunday's Synopsis
As the old hashing song goes 'Sunday is a day of rest'....and for the most part it was for me, as I was able to obtain my desperately needed R&R, and by the latter part of the day, my energy level had been restored to such a level that I was able to muster up the adrenaline to make a pligramage to my mistress' abode and pay homage to her by helping her to remove articles from her apartment and placing them in a relatively small storage room. I then proceeded to worship at the altar known as her body by massaging her feet and legs and gently fondling her, only to lose patience as she continued to chat incessantly with one of her girlfiends...What a lucky woman she is to have some dude who buys her jewelry, cleans her apartment, and massages her gently as she babbles away on the cellphone. And what do I get I wonder ??? Just the pleasure of being in her presence ? I deserved more....
With the exception of today, the last few days have certianly not been that quiet for me. Wednesday was my dance lesson, Thursday was Orchestra Rehersal, Friday was Beth's dance party at the Jungle, and Saturday night I saw the screenplay '300' with my co-workers. How wonderful it is to spend Saturday evening basking in blood and warfare and gore, watching an army of 300 Spartans hold the mighty Persians at bay. I watched how the cinematographers depicted the greeks as representing noble virtues such as freedom and respect for democracy while depicting the persians as representing the diabolical despotism of the orient. Only I, having the blood of one of those despised Oriental races, could not help but feel uncomfortable with the racial overtones of the movie. Needless to say, my boss Jen, who clearly has no inhibitions about expressing her love of blood and guts, exclaimed that the movie was 'awesome' and that she lived to see stuff like that.
Friday night I made my usual weekly pilgimage to the jungle, feeling as if I were desperately trying to run my life at full throttle depsite some persistent undercurrent of exhaustion. Shortly after 8:15 PM, even though the party was about to end in 45 min, the lovely Aaa-lii-yah made her cameo appearance, elegantly garbed and looking for her friend Dinesh who she had promised to meet, but who clerly doubted her sincerity. Alas, words cannot describe the pleasure that I had of basking in her presence as other men clearly looked enviously in her direction. One elderly gentleman stopped by and inquired as to whether she wanted to dacce the night club 2 step with him. She agreed , and upon returning he introduced himself to me, and then said...' and your lady's name is ???' 'My lady' ???ummm...omg..... Is that how it looks ?? Aaliya, taking the initiative to rescue us from an awkward situation, replied 'We're just friends'....
Yes, we are, for now, and maybe that's all it will ever be. But something is going on here, this woman clearly enjoys my company, and , at the very least, I can enjoy the ride while it lasts. The mere sight of being seen with her does much to bolster my public image if nothing else , and I shouldnt be foolish enough to look a gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps the cynical side of me may think that I'm being used in a way that I have yet to understand , but even if that's the case, I may not really mind being used. The key, of course, is not to set one's expectations too high, not to develop an attachment that leads to getting burned. Play it cool, I tell myself. It's all a game, and if I play it right, I can't lose.
Alas, Monday has arrived. A new week lies ahead, TiVo training, a concert, and Zeus knows what. But one thing is for sure: many unknown factors will influence the course of events in the next week. And in a strange sense, I love unpredicatbility.
With the exception of today, the last few days have certianly not been that quiet for me. Wednesday was my dance lesson, Thursday was Orchestra Rehersal, Friday was Beth's dance party at the Jungle, and Saturday night I saw the screenplay '300' with my co-workers. How wonderful it is to spend Saturday evening basking in blood and warfare and gore, watching an army of 300 Spartans hold the mighty Persians at bay. I watched how the cinematographers depicted the greeks as representing noble virtues such as freedom and respect for democracy while depicting the persians as representing the diabolical despotism of the orient. Only I, having the blood of one of those despised Oriental races, could not help but feel uncomfortable with the racial overtones of the movie. Needless to say, my boss Jen, who clearly has no inhibitions about expressing her love of blood and guts, exclaimed that the movie was 'awesome' and that she lived to see stuff like that.
Friday night I made my usual weekly pilgimage to the jungle, feeling as if I were desperately trying to run my life at full throttle depsite some persistent undercurrent of exhaustion. Shortly after 8:15 PM, even though the party was about to end in 45 min, the lovely Aaa-lii-yah made her cameo appearance, elegantly garbed and looking for her friend Dinesh who she had promised to meet, but who clerly doubted her sincerity. Alas, words cannot describe the pleasure that I had of basking in her presence as other men clearly looked enviously in her direction. One elderly gentleman stopped by and inquired as to whether she wanted to dacce the night club 2 step with him. She agreed , and upon returning he introduced himself to me, and then said...' and your lady's name is ???' 'My lady' ???ummm...omg..... Is that how it looks ?? Aaliya, taking the initiative to rescue us from an awkward situation, replied 'We're just friends'....
Yes, we are, for now, and maybe that's all it will ever be. But something is going on here, this woman clearly enjoys my company, and , at the very least, I can enjoy the ride while it lasts. The mere sight of being seen with her does much to bolster my public image if nothing else , and I shouldnt be foolish enough to look a gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps the cynical side of me may think that I'm being used in a way that I have yet to understand , but even if that's the case, I may not really mind being used. The key, of course, is not to set one's expectations too high, not to develop an attachment that leads to getting burned. Play it cool, I tell myself. It's all a game, and if I play it right, I can't lose.
Alas, Monday has arrived. A new week lies ahead, TiVo training, a concert, and Zeus knows what. But one thing is for sure: many unknown factors will influence the course of events in the next week. And in a strange sense, I love unpredicatbility.