Saturday, August 24, 2002

Thoughts from the shower

I don't know about normal people, but i do my best thinking in the washroom. It's private, and i'm comfortable there even when i'm naked. Therefore, i can probably do my best thinking there. Why? i'm comfortable when i'm naked, so i must be damn comfortable.

So i was saying, i was thinking again in the shower. Yesterday i was smitten, today i'm an just careful. Yesterday you could say i was in some sort of wonderful hynposis, but what i also did is take in alot of information. So what? Well what could i possibly do with information? Everything. I now know what type of girl she is. What she's prone to, and what lines to not cross. So far i've gathered that she knows how to be a girl. From the fact that she noticed my sister knows how to dress. (she complemented her) I also noticed her styling. Her choice in clothes and eyewear. (comfortable, yet stylish). Biggest give away, the pimple on top of her left eyebrow that was nicely covered with concealer.

She gets her way. It's natural thing she says. Guys give in to her, She doesn't ever have to drive because she has friends that drive. Which leads me to discover one possibly hard to handle aspect. She's a man manipulator. She's got subconcious mental skills which i do not intend to be controled by. Now you probably think i'm a psycho who is over anaylzing. I probably am, but i'm not second guessing her, i just need to be careful around her, and not to bend my lines or let her bend mine. The game is a foot watson my good man. I must tread lightly.

Yesterday I was smiten, Today i'm meditative.

Friday, August 23, 2002

Smitten Kitten

Guess who's smitten?

Yeah that's right, I'm smitten. Only in this mood would i like the world "smitten" enought to use it. Yeah we spent the day watching movies. I dunno what is it about me or her, but i'm familar with the feelings. My senses sort of go into what i call "hyperdrive." (i apologize for the excessive use of quotation marks) I start noticing things without staring too blantenly. I forgo the archtypeal, "her eyes, her style, her hair", but it's true. I notice all the subtle nuances that women have. The light makeup, the carefully pucked eyebrows. But that's only one sense. The smells and the touch of her skin. It's all the same, it's like i'm high alert.

To all the women out there, if you think that guys don't notice things, we do. Well i do at least. I see, hear, smell, and feel. ( i don't taste people) And God, it's a like some kinda wonderful drug. I've done my fair share of substances. Enough to know what the general feeling and sensation is. And it's pales in comparision to what women are. I'm an addict, and that's clear. Drugs give me what i consider an artifical high. Because even when i'm high, i know i'm going to be down eventually. Plus there are a whole slosh of weird side effects. Ladies, i have to say, do not give me weird side effects. Aside from giddy and smittenness, it's all good here.

Blow Ya Mind,