Saturday, June 21, 2003
(continued)
Alice moves, with her heart and soul. With a wild abandon that is rather sexy, but not slutty. (There're a few others there, who unfortunately haven't got that balance quite
right) Possibly alcohol induced? And when I take her for a bit of a spin in contemporary Ceroc, she creates, effortlessly. Not quite right occasionally, and occasionally she tries to lead, so you just go okay, and ad-lib to match her. Keep the fun going. I'm surprised to find I can do it, sort of. Thought my brain had atrophied beyond that. Possibly alcohol induced as well... and you just have to smile although sensory innervation is fading, and dance.
In the minicab, on the way home, Alice falls asleep immediately. I long to pass out as well, but common decency and level headedness stops me. Minicabs can be dangerous places. Looking at her asleep, and vulnerable, I realise that she is special. A unique blend. A vulnerable tough cookie. In short, an extremely human, human being. Her bloke is a lucky guy indeed. It's rare that you find a woman who is a real person... or is that a person who is a real woman? Too many people pretend, too many people wear the image too intentionally. Too many people are caught up in trying to be someone else.
My pen feels heavy.
Alice moves, with her heart and soul. With a wild abandon that is rather sexy, but not slutty. (There're a few others there, who unfortunately haven't got that balance quite
right) Possibly alcohol induced? And when I take her for a bit of a spin in contemporary Ceroc, she creates, effortlessly. Not quite right occasionally, and occasionally she tries to lead, so you just go okay, and ad-lib to match her. Keep the fun going. I'm surprised to find I can do it, sort of. Thought my brain had atrophied beyond that. Possibly alcohol induced as well... and you just have to smile although sensory innervation is fading, and dance.
In the minicab, on the way home, Alice falls asleep immediately. I long to pass out as well, but common decency and level headedness stops me. Minicabs can be dangerous places. Looking at her asleep, and vulnerable, I realise that she is special. A unique blend. A vulnerable tough cookie. In short, an extremely human, human being. Her bloke is a lucky guy indeed. It's rare that you find a woman who is a real person... or is that a person who is a real woman? Too many people pretend, too many people wear the image too intentionally. Too many people are caught up in trying to be someone else.
My pen feels heavy.
