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Part III: Stood Up Twice On One Day....
I must say I�m feeling a little strange lately� I�m not quite sure why that is exactly� it feels like a nameless anxiety of sorts. Something that is hard to pin down and identify and examine fully� and resolve so my spirit can rest quietly. Or maybe I�m forever lost into the internal turmoil and will be permanently distraught and never again regain my once self-assured voice�.
But on the night I was stood up twice I wasn�t feeling this swirling sense of confusion and apprehension. My thoughts were free of rumination and there was an easiness and light heartedness to my step. So with this self assuredness I accepted the exotic lady�s invite to come over that Tuesday night. And after her morning , she said she would back around six to confirm we�re still on for seven� so my day passed as usual� the slow and rhythmic hums of the work day� the people coming and going� the sounds of business echoing through the office�. and the light excitement that beat gently in my heart� �a night of pleasure awaits me��. Or so I thought. And then the hour of departure arrives�. It arrives at different times for many� but one by one with a bag slung over their shoulder or a brief case in hand they begin to make their way through the same door that welcomed them earlier that day� and their demeanor has a sense of sudden relief once they cross that imaginary line of departure. And I sit in my seat, watching them leave as they hit the elevator button and wait for their work day to be over. Sometimes they might wave a hand or nod a head or mouth �have a good one...� and I�ll try to match their enthusiasm with a forced smile and a wave of the hand in return� but my enthusiasm is usually tempered since on most nights I have a second job awaiting me. But on this Tuesday night, there was no second job� and perhaps my goodbyes had a pinch of sincerity. And finally it�s my turn for the moment of departure� and I close the doors behind me and they fall shut with a hard thud and then I press the elevator door and it dings and the doors open wide� I step in and swiftly descend to the bottom� there�s a man holding the door open as I exit the building and I bow my head and thank him� and he�s probably thinking, �why do I have to hold the door for this little schmuck?� and then pass through the parking garage, get into my car and race through the streets until I�m finally home (not really my house). And then when I enter into the house I�m hit with an urge to lay down and relax� my body is pulling me toward a bed and with little reluctance, I fall down effortlessly� and there I rest, beginning to sink deeper into the bed and my eye lids are growing heavy and then suddenly my begins to jump and jingle� and it must be sometime around six. And I answer the and sure enough, it�s the lady and she starts in, �so� you�re coming over at seven?� and now that I�m lying in bed I have to think twice about coming over at seven and finally I say, �maybe seven thirty? Is that okay?� and then she seems to insist I come over at seven� and then we reach an agreement and we plan on meeting at seven fifteen� and she said she would one more time since she didn�t have her own and that she was borrowing her roommates who was leaving to go up north. So I thought that was a little weird that she had no other way of ing me, but I did remind myself that she just moved here� and maybe that was really the case. So we hung up once more and I have to shower up and get all ready for what might be an unusual occurrence for me� contact with a woman. But I�m not nearly as excited as I thought I would�ve been considering it�s been a while. and I don�t instantly jump out of bed� rather I get up slowly and deliberately as I had to quickly reawaken my body. and then I head for the shower� and there is a grogginess as I step into the shower� but once the warm water begins to dribble down, i start to come back to life� then there is the sudden burst of readiness� shaving in all sorts of dark and foreboding places� all I can think is, �I�m pretty hairy,� as I try to reach behind my back and shave down a bit. And I�m shaving some hair off my shoulders and trimming down below� and it�s thick and dense this unmanicured pubic forest�. And with the dexterity and delicacy of a surgeon I shave around the little beak that is barely visible from amongst the dark shrubs�..
To be continued����
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