Well, the kitten is suicidal anyway...
In preparation for helping a friend out with a story, I went ahead and read the Brokeback Novella.
Yes, Sheera, did you hear that? I finally read it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cry for the rest of my life. I hope you're happy. Just you wait. Someday, when you least expect it, I'm going to jump you with my copy of Flowers for Algernon.
Well, in the middle of reading it, the power went out. On my way to go get some candles I had a rather strange variation on a rather common occurrence for pedestrians.
In stead of honking, (As is the traditional means of getting a woman's attention) a man actually slowed to a crawl, rolled down his window, and asked "What's up?"
At first I thought this man got the genius award. I've never been a fan of honking. I never know if it means "I find you attractive," or "I'm about to veer onto the sidewalk, please forgive me for ending your life in such a pointless manner," Or tragically, as was the case in one instance "I'm going to double back and throw glass at your head."
So really, the slowing down and communicating with words method is definitely an improvement, but then he jets off. And, okay, it's not like either of us were expecting a meaningful relationship out of that. I'm attached and he's probably still hung up over that guy he met while sheep herding. But I just fail to see the point. I have been shouted much more suggestive things, and the purpose of that (as far as I can tell) was to incite revelry in their drunken companions. Sort of how a brave youth might bait a dangerous animal to gain the admiration of the other tribal youth.
What I don't get is why a man alone would toss out a classic icebreaker and speed off. If he was trying to get a reaction out a (presumably, from behind on an overcast day) attractive girl, would it make sense to at least wait for said reaction? Was he some sort of twisted do-gooder, attempting to raise my self esteem? "Ah, I have spoken in passing to that girl. With this new positive reinforcement, she should feel better about her life and finally drop those half a dozen stray pounds."
Or was he just working up the nerve? Start with driving by and barking off a few syllables, work your way up to having an actual conversation where you're both going the same speed?
The world may never know.
In other news:
Sign-ups for remixthedrabble Round I, are now open.
Come on everyone, join the fun! Sign up with a friend and odds are good you'll be paired together. They're not even enforcing strict drabble word limits... really, this couldn't possibly be more simple or more fun! You have no excuse not to sign up. Sign up or I'll go kill a kitten.
Sign up please?
And now, I'm off to buy a postcard.
Yes, Sheera, did you hear that? I finally read it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cry for the rest of my life. I hope you're happy. Just you wait. Someday, when you least expect it, I'm going to jump you with my copy of Flowers for Algernon.
Well, in the middle of reading it, the power went out. On my way to go get some candles I had a rather strange variation on a rather common occurrence for pedestrians.
In stead of honking, (As is the traditional means of getting a woman's attention) a man actually slowed to a crawl, rolled down his window, and asked "What's up?"
At first I thought this man got the genius award. I've never been a fan of honking. I never know if it means "I find you attractive," or "I'm about to veer onto the sidewalk, please forgive me for ending your life in such a pointless manner," Or tragically, as was the case in one instance "I'm going to double back and throw glass at your head."
So really, the slowing down and communicating with words method is definitely an improvement, but then he jets off. And, okay, it's not like either of us were expecting a meaningful relationship out of that. I'm attached and he's probably still hung up over that guy he met while sheep herding. But I just fail to see the point. I have been shouted much more suggestive things, and the purpose of that (as far as I can tell) was to incite revelry in their drunken companions. Sort of how a brave youth might bait a dangerous animal to gain the admiration of the other tribal youth.
What I don't get is why a man alone would toss out a classic icebreaker and speed off. If he was trying to get a reaction out a (presumably, from behind on an overcast day) attractive girl, would it make sense to at least wait for said reaction? Was he some sort of twisted do-gooder, attempting to raise my self esteem? "Ah, I have spoken in passing to that girl. With this new positive reinforcement, she should feel better about her life and finally drop those half a dozen stray pounds."
Or was he just working up the nerve? Start with driving by and barking off a few syllables, work your way up to having an actual conversation where you're both going the same speed?
The world may never know.
In other news:
Sign-ups for remixthedrabble Round I, are now open.
Come on everyone, join the fun! Sign up with a friend and odds are good you'll be paired together. They're not even enforcing strict drabble word limits... really, this couldn't possibly be more simple or more fun! You have no excuse not to sign up. Sign up or I'll go kill a kitten.
Sign up please?
And now, I'm off to buy a postcard.