Life In The Old Dog Yet
Can't be too specific but for the first time in quite a while I looked at someone today and thought, hey, maybe...
A tall Malaysian girl with lovely skin and perfect teeth set in a shy but intelligent smile.
The first time we spoke, and it was about technical things, I dropped immediately into a sort of flirty, teasy manner (which from this gruff exterior usually produces no small amount of cognitive dissonance) that seemed rather to amuse her than frighten her.
She mentioned quietly that she had brothers who were as big as me, and I must emphasize she did not say that in a threatening way. The remaining few words we spoke together were almost exclusively about our work at hand.
She was a bit shy I realised, when she asked someone else to ask me how old I was... How schoolgirl is that?
I only worked with her for a few hours and I kept it professional, but I found that I had to force myself not to keep looking at her (to me) beatific face, at her long slim figure, her pert little arse, oh, in that tight white pants suit uniform...
Love might indeed enter by the eyes, but lust just kicked its butt out of the freaking way...
Then the realisation that she must be about 5 years younger than my son...
It went from: here's someone who could ballooned my prick, to hey, who pricked my balloon?
I didn't work with her again that afternoon though I saw her in the corridor and said goodbye as I left, making sure to get eye contact. I won't be back until Thursday, and I don't know if I'll get to work with her again. I am certain she is aware of my subtle interest. Oops, I tripped over my tongue as I walked past...
Sigh. She is beautiful. But nothing will happen. She is much too young for me. Much too gorgeous. Much too religious as well no doubt. She probably has some sort of congential malformation, like an over-long
clitoris second toe.
What was most reassuring is that I am still capable of feeling that feeling. This crust around the old ticker mustn't be quite as stoney as I had figured. I was almost at the point of making an effort to get to know her more closely, more personally, but being a work environment I could not make any advances like that.
And I am not talking about the mere staring and the drooling at the gorgeous girls in Paris, but a genuine sense of meeting someone you might click with and recognising it *the very first time* you see them...
I can't remember this sensation happening to me in many a year.
Actually, I can. The last time was 1989. I was newly single, we were at a conference, in Glenelg I believe. You know the drill, conference romance maybe happening here, yada yada... But in the middle of the dinner I took her to her boyfriend called... she spoke enthusiastically to him, forgetting about me entirely. After the call she went silent, guilty, though we hadn't done anything except talk, share a meal. We walked back to our hotel, not holding hands. She got out at a different level to me. We smiled impersonal goodnights. I never spoke to her again. And SHE was gorgeous.
I wonder when it will happen again? Thursday?
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
If age is the only concern, do not let it get in the way. Don't forget everything you've learned about Asia in all these years in the flush of horny nervousness.
Good luck for thursday !
Hmmmm, squall coming, lower the mainsail.
Spike: What I have learned in all these years goes out the window as soon as my blood starts diverting south... Like those people on the TV-shows who moan about lose their life savings to the loan sharks or real-estate rip-offs - I lose my life-savings every time I go to the supermarket.
Dry: you're still lurking!
Dick: that echoes an old favorite song (80's Australia, no you don't know it) of mine - "there's a storm coming, best tie my heart down..."
Go for it!
" A steak, a beer and a blow job..." and not necessarily in that order.
Good luck with that one, sweets!
What I meant was about how even nice girls in Asia, not just bar girls, often care more about the person you are and how you treat them than something like age difference (or weight difference?). So if you like her and you think she likes you, by all means then you have to go for it and see what happens.
P.S. Hope with all your upcoming travel you're still gonna be in Sillypore when I'm there in 10 days.
She is just a child, but I think she showed some interest in me, by getting embarrased when I spoke to her for instance.
Yeah, back from Japan on Sat night, have a BBQ to attend that night but free Sunday. Maybe we should do Sentosa?
WEll, if it was Glenelg it was 1992!! And now I need to know who was it that I missed
Pete: I was thinking it must have been after 1990 as soon as I posted that... Wouldn't know her know if I tripped over her.