|
Stranger:
Hello, and goodday. Did you get my message on Friday? I wahad wanted to see if you'd want to catch a flick on Sunday but you lost out. Enjoy your weekend? I did a good friend from New York, this Beautiful olive skinned mediterranean, tough little number happened to show up and of course that led to very late nights, with much recovery time. Give me a jingle later this week and we'll see about getting together Saturady or Sunday.
RF:
Well, you DOG! Pant, pant. Arrrrooooooooooah! Sounds like you made one hell of a weekend for yourself. Good boy. And Seattle managed to find some sunlight for your Mediterranean friend too. As for RF, I had a good day Sunday (appropriately named). Friend AL and I took the Bainbridge Island Ferry and saw Seattle from the belly of the Sound.....(I sent you the rest of this story already AL)
Stranger:
Well unfortunately it wasn;t what I beleive you to be thinking. Sona's a friend, a rather enjoyable, entertaining friend. My opportunity was missed when I first met her. Not saying that if the opportunity has presented itself I wouldn't have lept at the chance with any of my female companions over the weekend, partucularly her, but that's not where my head is. Though
lately I've discovered I am amazingly horny. I usually keep it under control quite well (masturbation is such a wonderful thang) but lately I'm going nuts, no pun. I've resolved myself to either get to know someone quite well before I have sex with them or have a simple animalistic one night stand. No more of the "I like you, I don't know you, but let's fuck and figure it all out later." That's been, in retrospect, a rather unenjoyable road. But surrounded by such supple flesh, it was rather difficult at times. I was sad to see go though, she's just such a kick. I might go out an visit in September, that would be brilliant, actually yeah, I could spend a few days there, then hit Boston, and take the quick drive up to Portland, my hometown and see the rentals. Sorry I'm just planning this as I write. So give me a jingle and if your up for it, we should grab a bit of chai tea and catch a flick, I haven't bee ninside a movie theatre in two weeks and I'm getting edgy.
RF:
If you are interested in hanging out with a really cool chick sometime this weekend, give me a call. I'm ready to meet you now Friend. Come meet me. Make yourself a friend. The operative word here being "friend". I can't afford to be a threat to you now. Just remember, I am still the same Typist and the same Head. You know I am sexual, but by no means am I desperate. So don't worry about having to fend me off all night. I won't be all over you. I just want to meet more people that I can call on a warm day. It's just that we got to get over the awkward introductory days.
If you want to see me tonight, I will be at the Lava Lounge probably between 9 and 10:30. I will be wearing a lacey eggshell-colored halfshirt and cutoff blue jeans. If I have a jacket on, it'll be my tattered jean jacket with the drawing of Mozart on the back. The password is:
Howdy StrangerGirl.
Saturday I will be going to the Catwalk around 10. But I don't mind changing my destination on a whim. Just call me. You will most definitely take priority.
Stranger:
Alright response # 2 (an attempt to give you soemthing to read on a dreary monday morning) So I told your lovely roomie I 'd be working at the O.K. Hotel on Saturaday night. I think she may have misunderstood as, she thought it was a real hotel, and I didn't get that until she had hung up the phone. I probably
should have explained it was one of the larger clubs in Pioneer Square. Ah well, such is life. I think I'll just begin a chronicle of our attempts to actually meet. Oh and were you wearing what you said you would be Friday night. The reason I ask is because there was a female at the Lava Lounge, which in a rather vague way resembled what you had describes yourself like,
who was drinking with a few of her friends near where I and my friends were, and I happened to hear a comment that went as follows; "Well now at least I know how he dresses," at which point I turned and looked at her and smiled and she became a tad embarrassed and looked away. I was hoping that wasn't you, as I would hope even if I was a one armed, purple leper you would at
least say hello. Tomorrow begins anew, said the evening to the dawn, as the world turned that extra degree.........enjoy --d-
RF:
My god. I didn't think you would go through such trouble.... I was there too at the Lava Lounge on Friday night. Mostly I sat in the back where the juke box was. Under that grass hut replica. I like to watch the shuffleboard people. If they are cool, sometimes I try to join their game. But those 2 shuffleboard guys really had their hands full with their 2 dates. Of course, every guy Friday night was a potential Darec. I only know your age, so I was trying to pick out any not black guy who looked like 28 years old. But that was a description of every guy Friday night. And you're right. I wouldn't have ignored you even if you looked like a cross between Jabba the Hutt and the Elephant man. That girl at the booth, that wasn't me. I came alone Friday night. On my bicycle. I'm surprised you never caught the jacket. My jean jacket is covered with decorations, the largest being the drawing of Mozart on the back. As I mentioned. But then, I wasn't up by the bar that
much either. I tried to make my appearance up front a few times. Sometimes with the jacket, sometimes not. I know I went and got 3 ciders in that hour's time. But alas, I should've made myself more plain to see. I never got a smile from anyone- (well, anyone I didn't know already) But I did enjoy treasure hunting for you. The hard cider was making the search rather enjoyable.
As for what happened Saturday night. Josie (my lovely roommate) did in fact give me your message. I had plans to find this OK Hotel and was looking forward to it, too. But here's the lamest excuse in the book why I never showed. Lame yes, but I declare it's true. I went for a long bicycle ride around Seattle on Saturday afternoon. By the time I got home at around 6, I was really tired so I took a nap. I kid you not, I woke up at ll:00 PM Saturday night. So........ I guess I slept through our meeting? Yecccck. Rebecca, that is downright STUPID. So don't blame Josie. She's innocent here. I'm at fault. Mattress Princess misses the Ball. It should be a Disney movie. Only this time with a moral.
Stranger:
Hello, so I went to see you this lovely evening, didn't get there until about 12:00-12:30, you apparently were gone, as I didn't see anyone matching the limited description I have been given. But by the time you get this hopefully we will have met. And for the record, I 'm not at all worried about being attacked, when I desire I can fend off quite well. Hell, you
never know either, we might meet and the sexual play might go well without either of us intending for it to happen. I don't think either of us are looking to get laid here, but I try never to close off any option, for anything. I guess we'll soon discover. I would very much liek to get beyond the awkward meeting stage as well, many of my friends are rather curious as to what will happen, and quite frankly so am I. (you'll have to
forgive me if this is not a coherent as my normal writing, as it's about 3:00 in the morning and I've been partaking of alcoholic substances since 4:30. Sorry I missed you but again hopefully by the time this reaches you on Monday morning we will have met. enjoy --
RF:
I just read your first email. I see that you weren't at the Lava Lounge Friday night until midnight. I guess I wouldn't have seen you if I were only there before 10:30. Funny how Time and Place hinge on each other so. Anyway, some of my last response is gobbledy gook. Pardon me.
Oh. And I misspelled your name too. That's Darrec with 2 Rs. I know, I know. I'm a bitch.
|