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Ever been somewhere, and you've been terrified you're going to wake up any second?
Most of the time we seem to worry not about waking, but we seem terrified that we're stuck in a dream. Stuck thinking everything we feel, touch, see, is real. And we end up convincing ourselves so strongly that the things we live for, and live with, aren't real, that we can't learn to apprieciate them, and often feel as if we don't really need them at all.
Because how can you ever attach yourself to something that's not real?
"I don't want to attach myself to anything. I don't -need- anything. I'm not that weak."
Steve tightened his grip on the cigarette with his fingers, the ash spilling to the floor.
"Relationships aren't about attaching yourself, dear." Nicole said, sitting back on her chair and circling her finger around the rim of the wine glass. "And use the ashtray, that's disgusting."
"What is?"
"You're putting ash all over the carpet." Nicole said, narrowing her eyebrows and staring at the cigarrette.
Steve looked at the cigarrette too. "Why do you care? Someone will clean it up."
"It's polite. They put out an ashtray, so use it."
Steve looked skyward for a second, and took the ashtray in front of him. A waiter walked up to their table, situated by the middle window of the restaurant's front. Seeing the waiter coming, Steve looked out of the window into the pouring rain.
"Are you... ready to order?" The waiter said, as if he hadn't said it a thousand times before.
"No, not yet, ta." Nicole said, Steve added nothing, which meant he agreed.
"He probably thinks we're lovers." Nicole said, watching the waiter's bum wiggle back to the kitchen.
Steve turned around. "Who?..." He looked, and followed Nicole's eyesight.
He twisted his head, and watched her stare.
"Do you think about anything other than sex?"
"When I'm with you, yeah." She said, turning her eyesight to his. "I just like watching the beauty of the world."
"What?"
"He had a nice bum."
"I didn't notice." Steve said, shaking his head and taking another drag.
"Well, check him out the next time he comes." Nicole said, looking around some more.
"Sure, yeah. I doubt, just slightly, I'll find it attractive, though."
Nicole looked back at Steve. "What is it with men? What's wrong to look at another man's bum?"
"Because I'm not gay."
"What? Where did that come from?" Nicole asked, before smiling innocently.
Steve spoke through his teeth. "Look, don't you start trying to trick me or something, I know what you're like. I meant, I don't find men's ar*es attractive, so I don't check them out."
"That's like saying you don't like red wine but you've never tasted it." Nicole replied.
"What? How?"
"Well, if you don't look, how do you know you're not attracted to them?"
"Because I know."
"That's half of it, isn't it?" Nicole said, smiling and sitting up straight. "You're all afraid of discovering you're gay."
"What?"
"You won't look, because you're too afraid that you'll think 'oh, wow, that's fantastic'. You'll never shake it out of your head, would you?"
"What the hell are you getting at? I'm not gay!"
Nicole laughed. "I never said you were." She looked to her side. "Ooh, look, here he comes. When he walks off, check out his bum."
"No!"
The waiter stopped in his tracks... "Sorry, are you ready?"
"Well I'm ready, are you?" Nicole asked.
"What, err... yeah, sure."
"I'll have lasagne, no peas though, can't stand them." Nicole said.
"No, have the peas, put them on my plate."
"Err... oh... hey, can't you just have your own peas?"
"I want pizza, they don't have peas with pizza."
"Peas and pizza?"
"Shall I come back?" The waiter asked, quietly.
"Can he have peas with his pizza?" Nicole asked.
"Um, well, yes, I suppose so."
"I don't even want peas, I just thought I'd have yours." Steve said.
"Oh, shut up."
"So you don't want peas with your pizza?" The waiter asked.
"No, just the pepperoni, deep pan thing, ta."
The waiter scribbled down the order, and wriggled off.
"Look, look there!" Nicole said, pointing with her expression.
Steve sighed and turned, and looked at the waiter wiggle.
"See!" She said.
Steve turned around.
"So?"
"Well, yeah, sure, it's alright."
"You didn't even look."
"I did, just then!"
"Not properly though."
"Oh for Christ's... I looked at his ar*e, will you shut up!"
"Yeah, but how can you judge if you don't get a good look?"
"You know what your problem is?" Steve said.
"What?" Nicole asked...
"You're obsessed with sex. Everything is about sex to you."
"So what's everything about to you?" She asked.
"Love. I'd rather have love."
"Oh, and what's that, then?"
"Something a bit more than sex."
"I thought you weren't looking for a relationship." Nicole said.
"I'm not. I'm waiting for one."
"Waiting for love?"
"Yeah."
"And in the meantime you'll just hide into yourself and try not to think about that waiter's bum when you mast*rbate?" Nicole said, and grinned.
Steve didn't say anything.
"You... do mast*rbate?"
"Shut up."
"Don't you mast*rbate? At all?"
"I don't want to discuss mast*rbating with you."
"You don't, do you?" Nicole said, sitting back. "Wow."
"What's so amazing about not mast*rbating?"
"It's just... I don't think I could go a week without an orgasm."
"Then that shows how pathetic you are."
"I'm pathetic?" Nicole said, and laughed. "I love to orgasm, so I'm pathetic. Christ, at least I don't live in fear of finding out I'm gay."
"Shut up... for f**ks sake, what is this? An insult slinging match?"
"You're so uptight. You should mast*rbate more. Release some of that tension."
"Oh, f**k you." Steve got up, and put his coat on. "What sort of friend are you, anyway?"
Nicole shook her head and sighed, and Steve stormed out of the restaurant. She let the sigh go, and laughed to herself. The waiter walked past.
"Is anything wrong?"
"My friend's packed up and left, so you can cancel the pizza."
"Ok, madam."
"Oh, and by the way." Nicole said. The waiter turned and walked back to the table.
"You've got a fantastic bum."
Most of the time we seem to worry not about waking, but we seem terrified that we're stuck in a dream. Stuck thinking everything we feel, touch, see, is real. And we end up convincing ourselves so strongly that the things we live for, and live with, aren't real, that we can't learn to apprieciate them, and often feel as if we don't really need them at all.
Because how can you ever attach yourself to something that's not real?
"I don't want to attach myself to anything. I don't -need- anything. I'm not that weak."
Steve tightened his grip on the cigarette with his fingers, the ash spilling to the floor.
"Relationships aren't about attaching yourself, dear." Nicole said, sitting back on her chair and circling her finger around the rim of the wine glass. "And use the ashtray, that's disgusting."
"What is?"
"You're putting ash all over the carpet." Nicole said, narrowing her eyebrows and staring at the cigarrette.
Steve looked at the cigarrette too. "Why do you care? Someone will clean it up."
"It's polite. They put out an ashtray, so use it."
Steve looked skyward for a second, and took the ashtray in front of him. A waiter walked up to their table, situated by the middle window of the restaurant's front. Seeing the waiter coming, Steve looked out of the window into the pouring rain.
"Are you... ready to order?" The waiter said, as if he hadn't said it a thousand times before.
"No, not yet, ta." Nicole said, Steve added nothing, which meant he agreed.
"He probably thinks we're lovers." Nicole said, watching the waiter's bum wiggle back to the kitchen.
Steve turned around. "Who?..." He looked, and followed Nicole's eyesight.
He twisted his head, and watched her stare.
"Do you think about anything other than sex?"
"When I'm with you, yeah." She said, turning her eyesight to his. "I just like watching the beauty of the world."
"What?"
"He had a nice bum."
"I didn't notice." Steve said, shaking his head and taking another drag.
"Well, check him out the next time he comes." Nicole said, looking around some more.
"Sure, yeah. I doubt, just slightly, I'll find it attractive, though."
Nicole looked back at Steve. "What is it with men? What's wrong to look at another man's bum?"
"Because I'm not gay."
"What? Where did that come from?" Nicole asked, before smiling innocently.
Steve spoke through his teeth. "Look, don't you start trying to trick me or something, I know what you're like. I meant, I don't find men's ar*es attractive, so I don't check them out."
"That's like saying you don't like red wine but you've never tasted it." Nicole replied.
"What? How?"
"Well, if you don't look, how do you know you're not attracted to them?"
"Because I know."
"That's half of it, isn't it?" Nicole said, smiling and sitting up straight. "You're all afraid of discovering you're gay."
"What?"
"You won't look, because you're too afraid that you'll think 'oh, wow, that's fantastic'. You'll never shake it out of your head, would you?"
"What the hell are you getting at? I'm not gay!"
Nicole laughed. "I never said you were." She looked to her side. "Ooh, look, here he comes. When he walks off, check out his bum."
"No!"
The waiter stopped in his tracks... "Sorry, are you ready?"
"Well I'm ready, are you?" Nicole asked.
"What, err... yeah, sure."
"I'll have lasagne, no peas though, can't stand them." Nicole said.
"No, have the peas, put them on my plate."
"Err... oh... hey, can't you just have your own peas?"
"I want pizza, they don't have peas with pizza."
"Peas and pizza?"
"Shall I come back?" The waiter asked, quietly.
"Can he have peas with his pizza?" Nicole asked.
"Um, well, yes, I suppose so."
"I don't even want peas, I just thought I'd have yours." Steve said.
"Oh, shut up."
"So you don't want peas with your pizza?" The waiter asked.
"No, just the pepperoni, deep pan thing, ta."
The waiter scribbled down the order, and wriggled off.
"Look, look there!" Nicole said, pointing with her expression.
Steve sighed and turned, and looked at the waiter wiggle.
"See!" She said.
Steve turned around.
"So?"
"Well, yeah, sure, it's alright."
"You didn't even look."
"I did, just then!"
"Not properly though."
"Oh for Christ's... I looked at his ar*e, will you shut up!"
"Yeah, but how can you judge if you don't get a good look?"
"You know what your problem is?" Steve said.
"What?" Nicole asked...
"You're obsessed with sex. Everything is about sex to you."
"So what's everything about to you?" She asked.
"Love. I'd rather have love."
"Oh, and what's that, then?"
"Something a bit more than sex."
"I thought you weren't looking for a relationship." Nicole said.
"I'm not. I'm waiting for one."
"Waiting for love?"
"Yeah."
"And in the meantime you'll just hide into yourself and try not to think about that waiter's bum when you mast*rbate?" Nicole said, and grinned.
Steve didn't say anything.
"You... do mast*rbate?"
"Shut up."
"Don't you mast*rbate? At all?"
"I don't want to discuss mast*rbating with you."
"You don't, do you?" Nicole said, sitting back. "Wow."
"What's so amazing about not mast*rbating?"
"It's just... I don't think I could go a week without an orgasm."
"Then that shows how pathetic you are."
"I'm pathetic?" Nicole said, and laughed. "I love to orgasm, so I'm pathetic. Christ, at least I don't live in fear of finding out I'm gay."
"Shut up... for f**ks sake, what is this? An insult slinging match?"
"You're so uptight. You should mast*rbate more. Release some of that tension."
"Oh, f**k you." Steve got up, and put his coat on. "What sort of friend are you, anyway?"
Nicole shook her head and sighed, and Steve stormed out of the restaurant. She let the sigh go, and laughed to herself. The waiter walked past.
"Is anything wrong?"
"My friend's packed up and left, so you can cancel the pizza."
"Ok, madam."
"Oh, and by the way." Nicole said. The waiter turned and walked back to the table.
"You've got a fantastic bum."
ahh.. hes even changing his tag everyday... cute.
Cool story.
Heh cool. She reminds me of someone I know..or knew. I can't quite put my finger on it though....
nice to read a straight story rather than a spoof for a change.
great post, btw.
great post, btw.
Grix Thraves wrote:
> Nope.
Heheheheh :-D
Very succinct answer there :-D
> Nope.
Heheheheh :-D
Very succinct answer there :-D
Nope.
So, do you think you'll actually make the week, Grix? :-D
Ever been somewhere, and you've been terrified you're going to wake up any second?
Most of the time we seem to worry not about waking, but we seem terrified that we're stuck in a dream. Stuck thinking everything we feel, touch, see, is real. And we end up convincing ourselves so strongly that the things we live for, and live with, aren't real, that we can't learn to apprieciate them, and often feel as if we don't really need them at all.
Because how can you ever attach yourself to something that's not real?
"I don't want to attach myself to anything. I don't -need- anything. I'm not that weak."
Steve tightened his grip on the cigarette with his fingers, the ash spilling to the floor.
"Relationships aren't about attaching yourself, dear." Nicole said, sitting back on her chair and circling her finger around the rim of the wine glass. "And use the ashtray, that's disgusting."
"What is?"
"You're putting ash all over the carpet." Nicole said, narrowing her eyebrows and staring at the cigarrette.
Steve looked at the cigarrette too. "Why do you care? Someone will clean it up."
"It's polite. They put out an ashtray, so use it."
Steve looked skyward for a second, and took the ashtray in front of him. A waiter walked up to their table, situated by the middle window of the restaurant's front. Seeing the waiter coming, Steve looked out of the window into the pouring rain.
"Are you... ready to order?" The waiter said, as if he hadn't said it a thousand times before.
"No, not yet, ta." Nicole said, Steve added nothing, which meant he agreed.
"He probably thinks we're lovers." Nicole said, watching the waiter's bum wiggle back to the kitchen.
Steve turned around. "Who?..." He looked, and followed Nicole's eyesight.
He twisted his head, and watched her stare.
"Do you think about anything other than sex?"
"When I'm with you, yeah." She said, turning her eyesight to his. "I just like watching the beauty of the world."
"What?"
"He had a nice bum."
"I didn't notice." Steve said, shaking his head and taking another drag.
"Well, check him out the next time he comes." Nicole said, looking around some more.
"Sure, yeah. I doubt, just slightly, I'll find it attractive, though."
Nicole looked back at Steve. "What is it with men? What's wrong to look at another man's bum?"
"Because I'm not gay."
"What? Where did that come from?" Nicole asked, before smiling innocently.
Steve spoke through his teeth. "Look, don't you start trying to trick me or something, I know what you're like. I meant, I don't find men's ar*es attractive, so I don't check them out."
"That's like saying you don't like red wine but you've never tasted it." Nicole replied.
"What? How?"
"Well, if you don't look, how do you know you're not attracted to them?"
"Because I know."
"That's half of it, isn't it?" Nicole said, smiling and sitting up straight. "You're all afraid of discovering you're gay."
"What?"
"You won't look, because you're too afraid that you'll think 'oh, wow, that's fantastic'. You'll never shake it out of your head, would you?"
"What the hell are you getting at? I'm not gay!"
Nicole laughed. "I never said you were." She looked to her side. "Ooh, look, here he comes. When he walks off, check out his bum."
"No!"
The waiter stopped in his tracks... "Sorry, are you ready?"
"Well I'm ready, are you?" Nicole asked.
"What, err... yeah, sure."
"I'll have lasagne, no peas though, can't stand them." Nicole said.
"No, have the peas, put them on my plate."
"Err... oh... hey, can't you just have your own peas?"
"I want pizza, they don't have peas with pizza."
"Peas and pizza?"
"Shall I come back?" The waiter asked, quietly.
"Can he have peas with his pizza?" Nicole asked.
"Um, well, yes, I suppose so."
"I don't even want peas, I just thought I'd have yours." Steve said.
"Oh, shut up."
"So you don't want peas with your pizza?" The waiter asked.
"No, just the pepperoni, deep pan thing, ta."
The waiter scribbled down the order, and wriggled off.
"Look, look there!" Nicole said, pointing with her expression.
Steve sighed and turned, and looked at the waiter wiggle.
"See!" She said.
Steve turned around.
"So?"
"Well, yeah, sure, it's alright."
"You didn't even look."
"I did, just then!"
"Not properly though."
"Oh for Christ's... I looked at his ar*e, will you shut up!"
"Yeah, but how can you judge if you don't get a good look?"
"You know what your problem is?" Steve said.
"What?" Nicole asked...
"You're obsessed with sex. Everything is about sex to you."
"So what's everything about to you?" She asked.
"Love. I'd rather have love."
"Oh, and what's that, then?"
"Something a bit more than sex."
"I thought you weren't looking for a relationship." Nicole said.
"I'm not. I'm waiting for one."
"Waiting for love?"
"Yeah."
"And in the meantime you'll just hide into yourself and try not to think about that waiter's bum when you mast*rbate?" Nicole said, and grinned.
Steve didn't say anything.
"You... do mast*rbate?"
"Shut up."
"Don't you mast*rbate? At all?"
"I don't want to discuss mast*rbating with you."
"You don't, do you?" Nicole said, sitting back. "Wow."
"What's so amazing about not mast*rbating?"
"It's just... I don't think I could go a week without an orgasm."
"Then that shows how pathetic you are."
"I'm pathetic?" Nicole said, and laughed. "I love to orgasm, so I'm pathetic. Christ, at least I don't live in fear of finding out I'm gay."
"Shut up... for f**ks sake, what is this? An insult slinging match?"
"You're so uptight. You should mast*rbate more. Release some of that tension."
"Oh, f**k you." Steve got up, and put his coat on. "What sort of friend are you, anyway?"
Nicole shook her head and sighed, and Steve stormed out of the restaurant. She let the sigh go, and laughed to herself. The waiter walked past.
"Is anything wrong?"
"My friend's packed up and left, so you can cancel the pizza."
"Ok, madam."
"Oh, and by the way." Nicole said. The waiter turned and walked back to the table.
"You've got a fantastic bum."
Most of the time we seem to worry not about waking, but we seem terrified that we're stuck in a dream. Stuck thinking everything we feel, touch, see, is real. And we end up convincing ourselves so strongly that the things we live for, and live with, aren't real, that we can't learn to apprieciate them, and often feel as if we don't really need them at all.
Because how can you ever attach yourself to something that's not real?
"I don't want to attach myself to anything. I don't -need- anything. I'm not that weak."
Steve tightened his grip on the cigarette with his fingers, the ash spilling to the floor.
"Relationships aren't about attaching yourself, dear." Nicole said, sitting back on her chair and circling her finger around the rim of the wine glass. "And use the ashtray, that's disgusting."
"What is?"
"You're putting ash all over the carpet." Nicole said, narrowing her eyebrows and staring at the cigarrette.
Steve looked at the cigarrette too. "Why do you care? Someone will clean it up."
"It's polite. They put out an ashtray, so use it."
Steve looked skyward for a second, and took the ashtray in front of him. A waiter walked up to their table, situated by the middle window of the restaurant's front. Seeing the waiter coming, Steve looked out of the window into the pouring rain.
"Are you... ready to order?" The waiter said, as if he hadn't said it a thousand times before.
"No, not yet, ta." Nicole said, Steve added nothing, which meant he agreed.
"He probably thinks we're lovers." Nicole said, watching the waiter's bum wiggle back to the kitchen.
Steve turned around. "Who?..." He looked, and followed Nicole's eyesight.
He twisted his head, and watched her stare.
"Do you think about anything other than sex?"
"When I'm with you, yeah." She said, turning her eyesight to his. "I just like watching the beauty of the world."
"What?"
"He had a nice bum."
"I didn't notice." Steve said, shaking his head and taking another drag.
"Well, check him out the next time he comes." Nicole said, looking around some more.
"Sure, yeah. I doubt, just slightly, I'll find it attractive, though."
Nicole looked back at Steve. "What is it with men? What's wrong to look at another man's bum?"
"Because I'm not gay."
"What? Where did that come from?" Nicole asked, before smiling innocently.
Steve spoke through his teeth. "Look, don't you start trying to trick me or something, I know what you're like. I meant, I don't find men's ar*es attractive, so I don't check them out."
"That's like saying you don't like red wine but you've never tasted it." Nicole replied.
"What? How?"
"Well, if you don't look, how do you know you're not attracted to them?"
"Because I know."
"That's half of it, isn't it?" Nicole said, smiling and sitting up straight. "You're all afraid of discovering you're gay."
"What?"
"You won't look, because you're too afraid that you'll think 'oh, wow, that's fantastic'. You'll never shake it out of your head, would you?"
"What the hell are you getting at? I'm not gay!"
Nicole laughed. "I never said you were." She looked to her side. "Ooh, look, here he comes. When he walks off, check out his bum."
"No!"
The waiter stopped in his tracks... "Sorry, are you ready?"
"Well I'm ready, are you?" Nicole asked.
"What, err... yeah, sure."
"I'll have lasagne, no peas though, can't stand them." Nicole said.
"No, have the peas, put them on my plate."
"Err... oh... hey, can't you just have your own peas?"
"I want pizza, they don't have peas with pizza."
"Peas and pizza?"
"Shall I come back?" The waiter asked, quietly.
"Can he have peas with his pizza?" Nicole asked.
"Um, well, yes, I suppose so."
"I don't even want peas, I just thought I'd have yours." Steve said.
"Oh, shut up."
"So you don't want peas with your pizza?" The waiter asked.
"No, just the pepperoni, deep pan thing, ta."
The waiter scribbled down the order, and wriggled off.
"Look, look there!" Nicole said, pointing with her expression.
Steve sighed and turned, and looked at the waiter wiggle.
"See!" She said.
Steve turned around.
"So?"
"Well, yeah, sure, it's alright."
"You didn't even look."
"I did, just then!"
"Not properly though."
"Oh for Christ's... I looked at his ar*e, will you shut up!"
"Yeah, but how can you judge if you don't get a good look?"
"You know what your problem is?" Steve said.
"What?" Nicole asked...
"You're obsessed with sex. Everything is about sex to you."
"So what's everything about to you?" She asked.
"Love. I'd rather have love."
"Oh, and what's that, then?"
"Something a bit more than sex."
"I thought you weren't looking for a relationship." Nicole said.
"I'm not. I'm waiting for one."
"Waiting for love?"
"Yeah."
"And in the meantime you'll just hide into yourself and try not to think about that waiter's bum when you mast*rbate?" Nicole said, and grinned.
Steve didn't say anything.
"You... do mast*rbate?"
"Shut up."
"Don't you mast*rbate? At all?"
"I don't want to discuss mast*rbating with you."
"You don't, do you?" Nicole said, sitting back. "Wow."
"What's so amazing about not mast*rbating?"
"It's just... I don't think I could go a week without an orgasm."
"Then that shows how pathetic you are."
"I'm pathetic?" Nicole said, and laughed. "I love to orgasm, so I'm pathetic. Christ, at least I don't live in fear of finding out I'm gay."
"Shut up... for f**ks sake, what is this? An insult slinging match?"
"You're so uptight. You should mast*rbate more. Release some of that tension."
"Oh, f**k you." Steve got up, and put his coat on. "What sort of friend are you, anyway?"
Nicole shook her head and sighed, and Steve stormed out of the restaurant. She let the sigh go, and laughed to herself. The waiter walked past.
"Is anything wrong?"
"My friend's packed up and left, so you can cancel the pizza."
"Ok, madam."
"Oh, and by the way." Nicole said. The waiter turned and walked back to the table.
"You've got a fantastic bum."