(no subject)
a quick entry to round off my account of Friday and Saturday morning. I spent the night at Cha-Cha's because my original host (who I didn't know) got drunk and sick.
in the morning, Cha-Cha woke me up and drove me to the train station. last night we had not had any time alone. she had the show the run, she had her boyfriend to attend to and hang out with and so forth. now for, the space of about half an hour we did have and we filled up those minutes.
we do not know each other that well yet I feel that I know her. does everyone feel that way? I wonder about that when it comes to other people a lot of people like. probably.
we began talking of family and I mentioned my arrest, not going into a lot of detail, simply because of the lack of time. (she did not own the car. she had to give it back to a friend.)
"why did you did it?", she asked, meaning dance naked in Harvard Square. "was it a protest?"
"sort of a big 'fuck you' to society."
"so it was a kind of protest."
she dropped a bombshell about herself that I would never have guessed. it did not shock me (nothing much shocks me) however it did surprise me and it made sense in terms of a recurring pattern of women who I find attractive.
you can't know anybody, I thought. I barely knew her anyway. searching her face I could not find any evidence for Cha-Cha's revelation, couldn't find any, actually the harder I looked the less evidence I found. and I spent a peaceful day. and Sunday I had an uneventful, agitated and depressing day. and time goes by really quick. can't catch it, hardly.
in the morning, Cha-Cha woke me up and drove me to the train station. last night we had not had any time alone. she had the show the run, she had her boyfriend to attend to and hang out with and so forth. now for, the space of about half an hour we did have and we filled up those minutes.
we do not know each other that well yet I feel that I know her. does everyone feel that way? I wonder about that when it comes to other people a lot of people like. probably.
we began talking of family and I mentioned my arrest, not going into a lot of detail, simply because of the lack of time. (she did not own the car. she had to give it back to a friend.)
"why did you did it?", she asked, meaning dance naked in Harvard Square. "was it a protest?"
"sort of a big 'fuck you' to society."
"so it was a kind of protest."
she dropped a bombshell about herself that I would never have guessed. it did not shock me (nothing much shocks me) however it did surprise me and it made sense in terms of a recurring pattern of women who I find attractive.
you can't know anybody, I thought. I barely knew her anyway. searching her face I could not find any evidence for Cha-Cha's revelation, couldn't find any, actually the harder I looked the less evidence I found. and I spent a peaceful day. and Sunday I had an uneventful, agitated and depressing day. and time goes by really quick. can't catch it, hardly.