11.1.15

indie (in thirds) 1/3



Ah    to be fair  and if he was going to be fair with anyone he had be fair with himself first
he wasnt in best form yet

it was too early              
hed gone to the wall last night  indulged a bit too much    not that he was complaining    yes
there was too much alcohol  yes there was too much sex   it never occurred to him there was such a thing as too much sex    he hadnt killed it with a sharp clean coup d'état   self-inflicted
putting himself out of his misery  though   not truly misery     he was misshapen  swollenyes    and bearing a couple of welts from his belt that she applied after yanking it free from his pant loops    he did tear her blouse    bone buttons bounced everywhere    but neither of their actions were tit for tat
 
it was just good old fashioned consenting adult animal fun . . . . .
  
though  waondering in this mornings brain fog    his faux pas his crime undoubtedly
was talking too . . a bit too much

Christ!
           his synapses were standing across the street from one another eyeballing each other like a pro and a prospective john  eyeballing  to imagine if their fit would be right or akin to rubber bands stretched almost unrecognizable and wont to be stretched again    far too many loose ends    and a raging headache obliquely slicing his skull  downward  left to right
affecting his eye and thickened lower lip

in the vault of his mouth  his tongue   Christ! it felt disembodied  a hunk of dried beef or salted cod
too thick  stuck in its hold locked between his jaws  good thing though  that he couldnt talk
he wouldnt be able to tolerate hearing his own voice

he could  however   think    just think and muse   muse  trying to draw this mornings strings together  see  if he could figure out how the hell he woke up this morning alone   when everything
before he lost consciousness earlier this morning  seemed tracking for a fantastic waking morning
following on the heels of a fantastic evening


And dont tell me . . no dont tell me . . You know when you get good wood on a ball  its out of the park 
hed parked his own fair share to know the feel   the difference   it wasnt a fly ball an outfielder was going to be able to play . . . buhbye baby    buhbye


so then  when the hell did the ride go awry      
                                                                      he scratched his ass


when they first met there was heat  no dreaming that up   he no sooner asked if she mightYes   Tomor..Yes
she didnt wait for him to ask her for her telephone numberCall Lets set this up and as she walked away he turned on his heels to watch her go  he didnt fain pause then turn and check her out as she went  he watched her go   and over her shoulder she watched him watching her
wearing a smile as wolfish as his own

Hello  Thought Id callYes DinnerYes Ill pick you upNo Where  The little Spanish place near city parkYou threw me I dont know of it Would you like addressIf its by the park Ill find it Six Fivethirty Five thirty thenThen and she hung up

and he was juiced up
it was coming off the stool Round 1 bang gloves at the center lathered in fury  a brisk exchange jabjab on the forearms gloves jab  jabbing   warming up for later highlight reels  slick memories spinning on brainoiled celluloid to run back through  then back and forth and back and forth backwards rewind play backwards and forwards
personal porn

all the tinder heaped the hardwood stacked in a loose pyramid the promise of hard brightred coals devouring more and more splits of hardwood laid on end over them


he arrived quarter after Five  already out ahead of himself  perplexed    intolerably excited
she walked in nearly behind him

Hello  Hi  Care for a drink before we take a table  Yes
 
it was nice  suddenly  there was a breath between things now
moments to relax  savor   they were there Together  to enjoy time  when before it seemed as if time couldnt pass quick enough
he didnt say it or thought he said it   I couldnt breath

I couldnt either  she laughed

perplexed
he laughed too
What would you like

Probably something you wont
                                    
Youre probably right

she asked the barkeep if there was a drink menu   house specialties
there was
he was surprised
the barkeep was dark  a raven beauty  she clicked in him  but as she passed the slender binder
to her he recognised she didnt hold a candle to his date

absently  as she fingered the list  Did you know what you want

I do

casually she looked up from the binder  You usually get what you want  dont you

I often get what I want

What are you having

What I want too

Its nice to know what you want  and get it 
Isnt it

It is


her specialty came in a collins glass  his whisky in a Glencairn

he remarked to the barkeep his appreciation  her impeccable presentation
                                                                                                                         she replied
that when one recognises elegance  that elegance should be acknowledged    warmly
and complimented

he smiled large at her
she was really good
he doubled up her tip and thanked her for her . . . voluptuous psyche                               
its underlying psychology or philosophy  her manners were  hands down  an uncommon commonsense


they turned together from the zinc bar and offered one another salud   and then quietly laughed as they admitted their directness to make this evening happen

Shall we take our table  We can have our drinks with some tapas if youd like
she nodded in agreement

at the table they discovered they had worked as barkeepers in upscale waterholes and they were inclined or rather skilled to recognise their customers tells
                                                                                                  What am I telling you  he asked
Youre hungry
Amazing  I am
 
she ordered a ceviche de dia  It sounds so refreshing  and confessed she hadnt had ceviche in a long time  Good ceviche is hard to find 
Then its about time you put that neglect behind you

Neglect                                                                                                                                   Youre thoughtful

Not really  Im just interested in making you happy this evening 
I understand  the way to a womans heart is through her belly

Then youre confused

Im confused   Listen  you can tell me all about it when your ceviche comes
Then  you can also explain this thing you women have about   chocolate

Oh  I see your point

And youre having

Its our first date  yes  but try as I may I cant deny myself
Im having the bone marrow
Bone marrow
I am
           
despite her initial reticence  he didnt cajole or solicit her  she became curious  --  it
a nice attribute  --  then manned up and tried a delicate spoonful atop a warmed slice of bread
Very good  you didnt choke

flatly   It tastes like fat

And fat as you know provides meat its flavorOhdamn excuse me   this womans heart and belly thing  this marrow is hitting me a little bit lower than my belly   yeow

surprisingly  she didnt lose any of the ceviche she had in her mouth


they ordered a second round of drinks


and for dinner  never having had buffalo  she ordered the braised buffalo short ribs
red wine sauce celery root puree  It sounds so delicious

he encouraged her  Ive had buffalo  It is delicious  Their preparation sounds delicious                                                                                          
and having pulled out his stops over the bone marrow  he ordered the chefs specialty
paella del dia served risotto style

they didnt bother with the wine list


for dessert she ordered a late bottled vintage porto
he  black coffee

outside the restaurant  thoroughly satiated and warmed through and through with their food
and fascinating conversation
he asked if shed like to come over to his place for a nightcap
Ill drive if you like

No Im fine  Ill meet you at your place
he gave her his address as he walked her to her car   she knew its whereabouts
he found her sense of direction very attractive

he shut her car door firmly and stepped back as she started its engine
she rolled her window down  When are you going to kiss me

Kiss you  Perhaps Ill kiss you when we have our nightcap
I can be your piece of chocolate

I like chocolate

Then youre gonna love me



                           0038,  Thursday,  8  1. 15   
                                                                                                          1325,  Saturday,  10  1. 15                1507,  Sunday,  11  1. 15
 

10.1.15



gingerale 
                spicy   refreshingly effervescent   Christ!      xhilarating     

by nights end   alone
remembering 
                      the radiant sunset streaming through her auburn wavy hair
its gold lighting the freckles scattered across her chest
reflected
              dappling her hips and thighs  the bowl of her belly
 
how old was she

she trembled mounting him
taking him  writhing atop him    taking him a second time
 
then wrapping herself in a towel and fleeing the beach
    leaving her bikini lay
where they wrestled
          her out of it

his swimsuit

lost




1510,  Sunday,  13  11. 11