never knew you
always wished I had
heard a lot about you
and felt like I knew you
thought of those
that miss you today
remembered their ache
as they told me 'bout you
was going to light a candle
but saw no need
'cuz you always burn bright
in the places that count
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
A Glorious Failure in Deconstruction (Redux)
Sometimes, holidays can be a little rough for all sorts of reasons – and God, I have mine! But I wanted to have a good meal, a good drink, and some fantastic company. I knew just who to have dinner with!
Dinner with my friend is always such a pleasurable experience – she always listens to my latest follies, tells me hers, knows how to tell me I’m full of shit and like it - just simply a great time that always ends too soon!
Tonight, as she talked, I kept thinking about our first dinner together, and the post I wrote about it in my old blog. I meant it as a testimony to a beautiful new friend and a wonderful evening – I’m reposting it here as a testimony to my beautiful old friend and to another wonderful evening!
Thank you DH!
Exorcism in process – I realized I needed some good company. But not just any company – someone that I had always wanted to know better. I knew exactly who to contact.
I stumbled upon her blog (the pic helped entice me) some time ago and found the writing of an extremely sophisticated, intelligent, sensual woman! I think I even left her a comment (after weeks of timid lurking) that I thought she had one of the most fascinating minds on the site!
Occasional commenting back and forth on each others blogs gave way to a blogging acquaintanceship – we enjoyed each others posts and comments. The brilliant, prolific writer that she was, she continued to amaze and fascinate me with the subjects she wrote about – the charm, the wit, the intelligence, the sexiness just drew me in (well…, me and a few hundred other guys). Writing was a chore for me, she wrote with such a great stylish flair that I begged (some serious ass-kissing) to meet her to find out how that fabulous mind worked! We actually had met a couple of times in the company of others, but I had never really had the opportunity to sit, talk with her, and get to know how that wonderful mind worked.
I knew her company would be the perfect tonic for me and contacted her about getting together for drinks. Comparing schedules, we picked a night we were both free and she let me pick the location. As real life tends to do, professional obligations forced her to cancel – but she graciously suggested an alternative evening at a restaurant that she frequented. She mentioned that some of her friends would be there that night and that a friend of hers played guitar there. We could meet there early, have a chance to share a meal and talk, and then enjoy the music and atmosphere as her friends came rolling in. An offer I couldn't refuse!
She breezed in all gorgeous and confident, a big smile on her face that lifted my fog immediately. We settled in to our table for two and I subconsciously started to prepare to try and find out what made her tick.
The restaurant she picked was absolutely perfect – intimate, wonderful service, perfectly prepared food. Our conversation was able to flow easily.
I really wanted to learn more about her – and I fear I may have acted more like an interviewer rather than a dinner companion – but she easily answered my questions about her past, her present, her writing, her life – and made me feel as if I was an old friend. My brain kept working though – trying to figure out this ladies mind – when she did something that startled me.
We were eating our entrees and talking away – she was sharing a little history of her career – and I watched her tuck the hair that had been framing the sides of her pretty face behind her ears. She was looking down at her plate when she did this, and then she looked up at me. Thankfully she was in the middle of her story and I didn't have to respond – because all I could do was stare – I was speechless. Her hair like that, her face fully exposed – she was dazzling! I think I hid it well – but I couldn't stop staring.
I recovered quickly, and we continued sharing bits and pieces of ourselves – it was fun, it was intimate, it was relaxed – and inside of me, I paused in my goal to figure out this ladies mind. Dessert was shared, we continued talking all through it, and soon the guitarist arrived.
Introductions were made, conversation continued – but I started gaining a different perspective. The guitarist set up right behind me and soon started playing. We continued talking away as he played in the background, stopping to applaud his beautiful playing after each song.
At one point he started to play a favorite song of mine – ‘Guajira’. We stopped to listen to him and I turned to face him. As he masterfully performed the song, I heard some of the words being softly sung behind me. I turned around to see her leaning back against the wall our table was set up against. She was relaxed, smiling up at the guitarist, gently moving her head to the rhythm – enjoying the song. As I watched her, I came to a conclusion.
Trying to find out what made her mind tick was like taking a magnifying lens to the ‘Mona Lisa’! Analyzing the brush strokes and measuring the different textures did not mean a thing to truly appreciate a masterpiece. One just had to stand back and take in all of its beauty to truly appreciate it. As I looked across the table, I accepted the futility, and just decided to sit back and enjoy this work of art.
And the man sang:
Vamonos guajira
Vamos a bailar
Primorcito
Vamonos guajira
Vamos a bailar
Dinner with my friend is always such a pleasurable experience – she always listens to my latest follies, tells me hers, knows how to tell me I’m full of shit and like it - just simply a great time that always ends too soon!
Tonight, as she talked, I kept thinking about our first dinner together, and the post I wrote about it in my old blog. I meant it as a testimony to a beautiful new friend and a wonderful evening – I’m reposting it here as a testimony to my beautiful old friend and to another wonderful evening!
Thank you DH!
Exorcism in process – I realized I needed some good company. But not just any company – someone that I had always wanted to know better. I knew exactly who to contact.
I stumbled upon her blog (the pic helped entice me) some time ago and found the writing of an extremely sophisticated, intelligent, sensual woman! I think I even left her a comment (after weeks of timid lurking) that I thought she had one of the most fascinating minds on the site!
Occasional commenting back and forth on each others blogs gave way to a blogging acquaintanceship – we enjoyed each others posts and comments. The brilliant, prolific writer that she was, she continued to amaze and fascinate me with the subjects she wrote about – the charm, the wit, the intelligence, the sexiness just drew me in (well…, me and a few hundred other guys). Writing was a chore for me, she wrote with such a great stylish flair that I begged (some serious ass-kissing) to meet her to find out how that fabulous mind worked! We actually had met a couple of times in the company of others, but I had never really had the opportunity to sit, talk with her, and get to know how that wonderful mind worked.
I knew her company would be the perfect tonic for me and contacted her about getting together for drinks. Comparing schedules, we picked a night we were both free and she let me pick the location. As real life tends to do, professional obligations forced her to cancel – but she graciously suggested an alternative evening at a restaurant that she frequented. She mentioned that some of her friends would be there that night and that a friend of hers played guitar there. We could meet there early, have a chance to share a meal and talk, and then enjoy the music and atmosphere as her friends came rolling in. An offer I couldn't refuse!
She breezed in all gorgeous and confident, a big smile on her face that lifted my fog immediately. We settled in to our table for two and I subconsciously started to prepare to try and find out what made her tick.
The restaurant she picked was absolutely perfect – intimate, wonderful service, perfectly prepared food. Our conversation was able to flow easily.
I really wanted to learn more about her – and I fear I may have acted more like an interviewer rather than a dinner companion – but she easily answered my questions about her past, her present, her writing, her life – and made me feel as if I was an old friend. My brain kept working though – trying to figure out this ladies mind – when she did something that startled me.
We were eating our entrees and talking away – she was sharing a little history of her career – and I watched her tuck the hair that had been framing the sides of her pretty face behind her ears. She was looking down at her plate when she did this, and then she looked up at me. Thankfully she was in the middle of her story and I didn't have to respond – because all I could do was stare – I was speechless. Her hair like that, her face fully exposed – she was dazzling! I think I hid it well – but I couldn't stop staring.
I recovered quickly, and we continued sharing bits and pieces of ourselves – it was fun, it was intimate, it was relaxed – and inside of me, I paused in my goal to figure out this ladies mind. Dessert was shared, we continued talking all through it, and soon the guitarist arrived.
Introductions were made, conversation continued – but I started gaining a different perspective. The guitarist set up right behind me and soon started playing. We continued talking away as he played in the background, stopping to applaud his beautiful playing after each song.
At one point he started to play a favorite song of mine – ‘Guajira’. We stopped to listen to him and I turned to face him. As he masterfully performed the song, I heard some of the words being softly sung behind me. I turned around to see her leaning back against the wall our table was set up against. She was relaxed, smiling up at the guitarist, gently moving her head to the rhythm – enjoying the song. As I watched her, I came to a conclusion.
Trying to find out what made her mind tick was like taking a magnifying lens to the ‘Mona Lisa’! Analyzing the brush strokes and measuring the different textures did not mean a thing to truly appreciate a masterpiece. One just had to stand back and take in all of its beauty to truly appreciate it. As I looked across the table, I accepted the futility, and just decided to sit back and enjoy this work of art.
And the man sang:
Vamonos guajira
Vamos a bailar
Primorcito
Vamonos guajira
Vamos a bailar
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