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Rain is dripping off the fragile points of trees and smearing everything on the sidewalks. walking home i smelled fresh bread everywhere and it made me want to slip into a nice warm jacket of a cafe and drink coffee and fresh hot bread layered in butter.
I am in a slow sleepy mood. Listening to Nina Simone at a volume where I can feel her voice rattle my bones and give me chills. The more I listen to Nina Simone the more I like her. She hits me somewhere deep but leaves me hanging. She makes me feel sexy, joyful, light as a cobweb, moody, strong as an oak. You can tell when I am walking around BsAs and listening to her. There is something different in the strides I take. When I listen to her I am fully concious of my body. How strong my legs feel, the breeze on my skin, the hairs on my head.
Tomorrow I am taking a man on a date....I tried to say "man" but I cant do it. I cant call men men. I can only say boy. Because I dont think of myself as a woman...just a girl....and girls cant date men. I would say "I am taking a boy on a date" But he is in no way a boy. He is older but his age isnt what makes him a man/boy. He just is. There is nothing really boyish about him.....so I am stuck. Instead I will say...
I am taking a fellow on a date.
I got a couple of green backs from my Uncle Jimmy and I have decided to take the fellow out on the town. Except I dont know what to do with him. Dinner or drinks....dullsville! If I were at home I would take him on a picnic, walking down railroad tracks, out for a flower smelling walk.....noses yellow with pollen and all sniffly. Phfff....I just dont know.
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Mama
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How about "guy"? Is that too old???