Mercurial

I am trapped in the immensely complex world of a rocky relationship. Not that it is something new,as relationships have the shelf life of yogurt,but in this case it is particularly annoying. It has to do with the particular group politics that have to be taken into account when dealing with a diverse [...]

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Not happy with my dating life right now. Should I do a worst date ever? Joey gets away with it,and then some. He gets referrals,karma,comments and we all get to see his wonderful life. Of course,was I to do that,it would imply that I have a life,dates and an accordion.

On the plus side of things,I do occasionally go out on dates,although,it should be granted,nothing as exciting as jumping out of airplanes,or traveling through the guerrilla infested jungles of a narcotics producing country. More like “who are you” affairs,or inter-cultural discovery learning situations,by which my self-appointed discoverers get to know what a man from another culture thinks about sex,relationships,politics and the world in general. Sometimes we even kiss.

This rant,however,deals more with the red haired ones,the most precious sub-species on Earth,as they grow increasingly scarce the further you move down South. So,as scarcity increases the attractiveness or perceived value,as we all economists know,I obviously own up to that,and transform the object of my attention in a mere value added.

Or I could rant about my friends,who make up stories and dramas where there are none. Specifically,asking me what did I do and why! Issues,baby,issues.

Too cryptic,as The Talking Dog would say?

Here is the thing:I met a red haired intelligent crazy (in a very good way) woman last week. After an incredible first understanding,punctuated by senseless cultural clashes,we had an ongoing conversation of sorts,with further encounters.
But oh so briefly the story ends,and although my rational,logic mind finds it obvious and evident,my more creative side wants an emotional explanation,or perhaps just ice cream,or simply one more of those kisses that hid under eyes open and bright hair.

I can’t seem to make my mind,do I like her,do I pine for her,do I simply forget?

I am forgetting. Too busy to keep guessing,to pressed for time to chase another ghost.
Even one with freckles over pale skin and a shiny,irreverent laugh.

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Referring to the teenager recently liberated,briggs says When we accept in our open and democratic society the normalcy of veiled women,women hidden from public view,prevented from speaking,not allowed to have faces,or voices,or–let me be perfectly clear–not allowed to exist in their own right,then we have abandoned them. If [...]

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DreamGirl returned from her extensive trip for southern lands,leaving her wallet behind,of course,but what is a wallet in this day and age. Hoppe to see her Cheshire act tonight,as she goes out again on more travels. Not the ideal job,by far. Anyway,she’s here. And I have organic chocolate ice [...]

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Estopa

Porque ya no vivo
Siempre pendiente
De tu pelo
Que siempre había
Nublado el cielo
Y amenazaba tormenta
Y que sabe a menta
Porque ya no escribo
Ni cuando puedo ni cuando quiero
Porque yo ya no soy el primero

And I keep checking my email.
Will she ever be back?

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