Sans tragic ending, this would make a great love story with a twist: Juliet having balconies at two opposite sides of her bedroom — and while there's two troubadours, there can only be one Romeo.
And it is not me.
25 October 2011
19 October 2011
Addiction
7 AM and I'm back at work. Switching on the lights, making an early morning tea and flipping through business news. Deleting spam, answering emails, checking yesterday's figures. Looking at the empty yard below, sipping from the hot mug, meditating. I should get ready for a meeting.
Blink!
It's 7 PM and I'm still at work. Drinking an evening tea, slowing down. Regular dose of heart attacks, agitated discussions, heated phone calls, tireless explanations, meaningful or less-so meetings, emails sent and received, plus a good laugh, a good laugh above all, is coming to a close.
It's freaky but it's fun everyday.
Blink!
It's 7 PM and I'm still at work. Drinking an evening tea, slowing down. Regular dose of heart attacks, agitated discussions, heated phone calls, tireless explanations, meaningful or less-so meetings, emails sent and received, plus a good laugh, a good laugh above all, is coming to a close.
It's freaky but it's fun everyday.
15 October 2011
A momentary lapse of reason
It's surprising how boyish you are — she contemplates — you seemed to be totally different when I first met you.
I'm trying to decode what is being said.
I would not mind working for you — she adds.
She left me speechless. Does it means extra points or have I just lost some? Before, they all used to say that they would have hated working for me. Loath, not hate, hate sounds too sweet.
Is she talking about the same demanding reckless prick, selfish unyielding brat I happen to know?
Something must be going on.
I'm trying to decode what is being said.
I would not mind working for you — she adds.
She left me speechless. Does it means extra points or have I just lost some? Before, they all used to say that they would have hated working for me. Loath, not hate, hate sounds too sweet.
Is she talking about the same demanding reckless prick, selfish unyielding brat I happen to know?
Something must be going on.
11 October 2011
Communiqué
I'm driving her to my place for the first time. It's only her and me — and her German Shepherd. Though I've never had a dog, I feel fine around him and it appears that this feeling might be mutual.
I did not plan for this but looking back it seems it was inevitable. Suddenly we're only inches apart and I cannot resist the temptation. Fascinated to say the least. She's giving in, too, and airy touches transform into an absorbing fever in a blink. Here she is, in my bed, beautiful and nude on the verge of ecstasy.
He's watching the show sitting a mere meter away and somehow cannot handle it. Before she is to erupt, he makes known his opinion.
Throwing up was a crystal clear declaration of his thoughts.
I did not plan for this but looking back it seems it was inevitable. Suddenly we're only inches apart and I cannot resist the temptation. Fascinated to say the least. She's giving in, too, and airy touches transform into an absorbing fever in a blink. Here she is, in my bed, beautiful and nude on the verge of ecstasy.
He's watching the show sitting a mere meter away and somehow cannot handle it. Before she is to erupt, he makes known his opinion.
Throwing up was a crystal clear declaration of his thoughts.
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