I’ve got it all, new life, new job, new love, as prophesied in a previous post. To my readers I would say that whenever they are in-between love-of-your-lives, breath and enjoy, as whenever you get a new love, or a new something, you then remember what “obsession” means.
I have found a note I have written to some friends saying I must think like a guy. I think about “the deed” or “the instrument” every three minutes. If I am in a drought I think on what I would like it to be, or fantasise numerous plays. If I am in a time of plenty, well I just live on flashbacks, committing to memory every single delicious detail of the previous nights.
I don’t understand how I have managed to work and function to be over thirty. Seriously, I was born to think improprieties and write about them. Oh, and of course, to live improprieties, the more the better.
About my new lover he helped me to bust a myth I always wondered about. People say that the bigger the feet of a guy the bigger is his … love (I feel like being subtle today) anyway, I am dating this guy whose feet are small for his size. Because of a personal preference I am happy to say that the belief of proportionality between the two body parts is absolutely incorrect.
But moving from sexual to sensual, it is a strange sensation this one, of having the absolute clarity of vision to see that I am falling in love and analysing every single perception altered. Like the way the person is more beautiful every day. The same body gets more attractive to your eyes. The eyes get greener, or acquire properties you haven’t seen before. Usually something ridiculous like “it reminds me of the colour of a rock on the bottom of a lake in the middle of a mountain surrounded by snow”. I see how the same striking hands miraculously develop the aptitude of creating goose bumps wherever they go.
It is like part of me is right there, in the water ready to drown and another is here, on the dry shore, watching the poor thing. Both of us, the drowner and the watcher are quite tranquil, happy to see what comes next… while we think about the whales.
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