Saturday, December 4, 2010
Silliest post ever, I know, I'm just feeling - I don't know, betwixt & between. I could only stay for one drink at the wine bar since I had to drive home. No sight of gingerbread boy. But it was very early. If he was even around, I didn't see him on the street. It's okay. Last year's winter walk was, for me, a one-off, an extraordinary experience that - I suppose I'm glad didn't get repeated in quite the same over-the-top hallucinatory way. Can't there be some middle ground though? Mr. iPhone's gone missing, but someone else is possibly back, but what does that ever mean for me really?
Well, I'm glad you, my beloved darlings, know of my poetic blog full of love and longing - I wish you could also see that I look quite nice too (outfit tonight: black cashmere twin set, formfitting dark jeans).
The guy I was seated next to at the bar saw full well precisely what I look like right now, this year of our Lord 2010 - but has no idea - had no interest, it just never got to the 'so what do you do' stage - that I write. I fantasize - yearn - for that all to come together in a way that makes sense - that unlocks something - that the guy is like - likes the way I look, the way I write, and the look in his eyes says it all - oh - it's you