An Encounter
Waiting to cross 6th avenue heading east on Union street, south side of the street, I notice something in my peripheral vision and see a woman cross Union and stop for the same light.
She is tall maybe five-ten dressed mostly in black. When I first see her she seems to be looking at me, but her focus quickly changes to a longer focus.
I, too decide to pretend to look further down the street. We both gaze around casually, avoiding eye contact until the light changes.
Then we both take off across sixth.
It's pretty much a dead heat, but she's slightly ahead ahead.
As we reach the other side she turns in front of me and heads south.
"Cutting me off", so to speak.
Is this aggression, this race, this display of survival techniques some sort of atavistic mating ritual?
Sex is better left to the imagination.
It's better to have loved and lost.
Much better.
She is tall maybe five-ten dressed mostly in black. When I first see her she seems to be looking at me, but her focus quickly changes to a longer focus.
I, too decide to pretend to look further down the street. We both gaze around casually, avoiding eye contact until the light changes.
Then we both take off across sixth.
It's pretty much a dead heat, but she's slightly ahead ahead.
As we reach the other side she turns in front of me and heads south.
"Cutting me off", so to speak.
Is this aggression, this race, this display of survival techniques some sort of atavistic mating ritual?
Sex is better left to the imagination.
It's better to have loved and lost.
Much better.
posted by Lane Savant at 9:59 PM
33 Comments:
It was me, I needed you and you ignored me. I wanted you and you failed me. I am at home now in my tawdry apartment sobbing pitifully and getting drunk on cheap Chablis.
You men are all bastards!
..Tall cool woman in a black dress.
Serves you right, "Tall cool woman".
Blatantly hustling my Dougie in broad daylight like a shameless tart.
He is loyal to me and me alone.
...Several hundred women scattered around the world.
You're just kidding, aren't you?
....Emily
Tall cool woman
in a black dress,
ah yes. Was she hatless?
Was she wearing sunglasses?
Was she buxon or thin?
Did she have that sexy
black line on the backs
of her hose? Did she
have bright red lipstick,
and matching fingernails?
Did she glance back
at you as she cut you off?
Did you feel that you
might have known her
in a previous life? Did
she seem familiar at all?
A big purse or a clutch?
Short sleeves or long?
I got nailed by a traffic
camera in Puyallup for not
making a full and complete
stop, and inching forward to
make my free right turn, to
the tune of $125. It was, and
is total bullshit. It does
not go on your driving record,
but the funds go right in
the city coffers, enit?
We had one of our staff
member move out to another
building, and some office
shifting by some others, so
things are in an uproar. In
addition they, that infamous
they, are "updating" our computers,
and we will all need some kind
of in-service to have decent
access to our database. This
is supposed to happen some
time today. This Friday it is
already time for the next
TFC screening, this time of
the film, THE VISITOR, which
I had seen earlier in Tacoma,
last year. It has to do with
immigrants in America, and jaded
burned out characters who come
to life again when confronted
with their latent subdued
compassion. Walking from my
car this morning, a curious
raccoon, looking for a hand out,
came trotting up to me in the
pre-dawn. I tried to schush it away, but it was having none
of it, kept circling around me
instead of running off as I
yelled and hissed and swung
my cane, and banged it on the
ground. It followed me right
up the stairs on the porch
as I entered the building; only leaving when it decided to, not
when I wanted it too. Usually
raccoons will scurry off if
one yells at them. Maybe it was
Rocky. I didn't see a hand gun
or a bible, but I did get
pretty tense as it kept inching
closer with each circling.
We are meeting with a mortgage
representative tonight to do a Refi of our mortgage, getting it
down to 4.75%. That will be
cool; putting some cash aside
too. Had lunch with a pal
yesterday, who has been retired
for several years. He contends
that I should buy a new vehicle
as I retire as compensation
for over 50 years of hard labor.
He may be right. I have never
had a new car. Our new cars
go to Melva, and sometimes I
can ride in them; but they
are hers. My work car is usually
10-12 years old, which had
always been fine with me.
We always plan our income to
last at least 20 years, making
me 86 years old when it poops
out. Will I last that long?
Would I be happier with
a new vehicle of some kind?
Makes my head hurt to ponder
on such weighty matters.
I received my new DVD, BORN INTO
THIS, a documentary on Charles
Bukowski. It was really well
done, giving you a better sense
of the man, the poet, not just
the hard drinking foul-mouthed
loner he often seemed to be.
Glenn
youse gotta watch dose dames downtown, putz! She mitta been
a calling goil, youse know, one of dose broads dat takes yer dough
for smiling at youse. It was better
dat you didnt take da bate.
Vinnie
I thought comment #2 was being made by Emily. What a surprise that it turned out to be several hundred women throughout the world. I guess Lothario is your
middle name, enit?
Thomas Buildsafire
It is conceivable that your mystery woman was a mystery man. Have you considered this?
Tiny Tim
Did you look at her hands? How big were the knuckles? Wearing black
makes broad shoulders seem slimmer.
............Elton's John
Was she heavily made up to cover
a beard shadow? One has to be
very careful getting picked up
downtown these days. He/she might
have had some nefarious plans
for you.
.........George Mikel
My Douglas is such a kidder. He does not have to pick up strange
tall mysterious women when after all he has me for eternity.
..........Emily
The poor bastard.
...........Edgar Poo
I think I know that chick. Did she have a slight limp? She was my
lawyer.
..........Eddie Emerald
If she had paid attention to you, turned and actually talked to you, asking you the way to the library or something, would that have destroyed your fantasy?
..........President Obombia
Was she an Indian? Did she have a knife? Could have been some tricky
business if you had walked past
an alley with her.
.........George Custer
She might have been an employee of SSO. Have you considered that? They might be up to their old tricks.
.........Edgar Poo
You should have talked to her, man. You might have missed out
on some sexual adventure! Never
assume that women might not be
attracted to you. They have the
ability to constantly suprise us.
.........Hank Boocowsky
Did I ever tell you guys that I created Ramada Inns?
........George Gobbel
Christ, Georgie, only every time
you crank open your piehole! There must be something else you would
like to share sometimes.
............Michel's Jackson
Ease up on Gobbel, Gloved One. Just because Liz Taylor still likes you does not give you the right to be judgemental with others. Most of us still consider you a weird bleached out child molesting scumball.
...........Ronnie Raygun
Why would your Mama be coming over to the White House and bothering Michelle anyway?
........Mikel J.
Maybe Obombia out to call dat place the Blak House or at leest
the White & Blak House.
............Vinnie
Sir, your status is not inviolate. We are watching you.
........Homeland Security
bring it on, junior G-men! I will kick your asses into da middle of next week!
.........Vinnie
I would advise you to pay heed to these people, Vincent.
.........Eddie J. Hoover
Dis is Palmer's place, and nun of youse have jurisdickshun here. As long as Savant rules in dis place, youse can kiss it, or suck it, or blow it out yer bumms.
........Vinnie
Chill out, Vinnie, we are moving the focus away from Doug's fantasy of the tall cool woman in a black dress. Stay on task.
..........Eddie Emerald
Maybe she had a purse full of Watchtowers, and would have tried
to save your soul. Have you considered that? Your soul does have some dark edges, son.
........Patt Boonnie
Fantasies are worthwhile
sometimes. There is this
old man that I am working
with here. He is just turning
84 next month, but he looks
74, a former body builder,
pilot, and car salesman.
I spent a large portion
of my life looking for my
real father, and this guy
and I sit and talk by the
hour about Hollywood, old
movie stars, politics,
metaphysics. I have decided
to kind of adopt him. He lives
in Federal Way. He makes a
hell of a good fantasy father
figure for me, long overdue.
Glenn
What with you guys? Do Sealth High School alumni all have this active fantasy life? You and Doug really
have active imaginations, son.
.........Mell Brookz
yeah, well Dougie is a music whatchmacallit, duz compozitions,
and Butch tinks of himself as sum
kind of poemmaker. Maybe dey call what dey got is imagination. You no, sum kin of creativity.
.........Vinnie
Poor bastards.
.............Edgar Poo
Look to your own house, junkie sad troll. My Doug is untouchable. That is why that trollip knew that she could not, should not, speak to him, or make advances. Glenn is another matter. He is harder to pigeonhole, to define. Go read his blog and then you will really be confused.
...........Emily
Hallo, Lane!
Are you sure, what with her being on Union, that she was not a secret police member of the Benaroya Security Corps out to make sure you were nowhere on its street, and that is why she blocked you off???
Tschuess,
Anonomann (from the Dustbowl; just ask Meredith "why")
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