Just because I feel like it, you get deux (2!) blog posts
this week. – maybe more.. who knows. :)
You know it’s funny, Sometimes you meet somebody who is
going to change your life when you very much least expect it. And that can be a great thing…or a scary
thing. Or both.
Somebody who shakes you to your core, makes you face your
fears, strips you naked and dresses you back up again. Asks you to speak the truth. Always.
And speaks the truth back to you in ways you have never imagined.
This has happened. This has completely thrown me for a loop. I am focusing on doing my very own thing but
yet my silly catholic school girl mind keeps wandering back to him. Hummm.... no wonder
my parents sent me to private all-girls school. If this is who I am I am amazed
I made it through university with good grades.
Eeek!
Fast Forward to this morning - I am throwing the pheromones out
and I swear have been “on” for the last three weeks. Meow! OK, so I stop at Prado for my morning
cappuccino and I am acutely aware of people’s body language… it’s as if I just
woke up to it. As I wait, I turn
around and this woman on the far corner in the cafe catches my eye. She is
sitting there dressed in a loose top, skinny jeans and a sweater and keeps staring at the door but pretending to be working on her laptop... her breath alternating between coming in low and in small gasps. It makes her breasts rise
higher than usual... alluring gesture... I think to myself. She has a nice
form, gorgeous breasts, and beautiful eyes, short cropped and nicely styled
hair. She picks up her iPhone to speak to someone,
her back arches... one leg crosses over the other, and a smile spreads over her
face. I get to see her eyes and I am fairly sure..no , I know... she is waiting
for someone who makes her heart race.
Her top hangs
without care over her bare pale shoulders.... and she takes her time turning
her face towards the door. The back arches more... a subtle offering of herself
to the man walking towards her.
He is tall, wearing a page boy cap,
leather jacket and courier bag thrown casually over his shoulder hastily on his
way out the door. He could be described
as typical Vancouver hipster – slash – scenester – slash- heart breaker handsome. Les Sigh. Lucky girl I think. Oh god, I hope I am not staring at them both, but I can't seem to look away. He leans into her, says something and she
laughs... and I can see the curve of the neck as she throws her head back and
laughs... he is pleased. He puts his
hands on the table... immediately defining the territory. He briefly scans around the table to see
who's there. Looks up at me and gives me
a sly grin….. I see his legs spreading
out slightly and her thighs pressing tighter together... like the bodies are
speaking in their own primitive language while the tongues go on about daily
trivia.
My coffee has come.
I stand up; the laptop bag alights on the shoulders. I pay and walk out... and
turn back at the door to look at them. The woman looks at me and I smile. She
smiles back. The core of one woman speaks to another in that brief moment to
appreciate. I walk out and head to work, happy for them but yearning for
somebody far away.
But that is half the fun isn’t it?
