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I was not more than just a kid travelling from one city to the next. I did have some taste in music and so one sunday afternoon I scraped together the $5. admission and went to see the sunday matinee of the local symphony.

During the intermission I saw her there watching me as I drank my coke. Why is this very beautiful worldy elegant woman looking at an uncouth young lad such as me? I wondered.

A few days later as I began making my way home in the evening a brand new Lincoln pulled along side me and stopped. Before I even looked in the window I knew it was her. She asked if I wanted a ride and so I got in. We went to my little attic room that I had rented and I made her coffee and we played a bit.

Later she left but returned about 5 minuits after that and said "By the way, thanks for the raunchy sex" She said it with a little bit of a shy look in her eye. Oh For heavens sake ! what has she got to be shy about with me I thought. But I just said "My pleasure, come again"

And she did. She would come very late after the parties and always in clothes that were probably worth more than everything I owned. We always had fun and she would tell me about her days and evenings and the fun she would be having there as well.

Her stories usually involved showing me how clever and witty she was like telling me how when a certain woman at one of her parties was walking by the indoor pool and almost slipped how she was quick to remark "Careful not to drop the plate, it's worth more than your dress"
I always laughed because she really was funny and I always told her how beautiful she was because she really was very beautiful. The idea of taking me to any of those parties was never even considered which was fine with me.

This went on for a while and I always liked hearing the sound of her step on the stair. One night as we layed in bed in a bit of a sweat she asked me the question. I mean the big one, she asked " Jack what do you think of me. I mean as a person, how would you describe me apart from my beauty?

I said "You mean how would I describe you as a person using the usual language that everyone uses?" Thats right she said.

"Well I would say that you were a snobby fucking bitch" I replied

I got a little bewildered that she got so angry and gathered her clothes and headed for the door. I wish I would have known what to say to get her to stay. I thought that women liked it when men accepted and appreciated them for just how they are but I found that is not alway quite true and makes things difficult for the men who can actually see them for who they are and still like them. It was around that time I thought it would be wise to start looking around for a saint. As least if i was ever going to have any raunchy sex again.

Top story Jack. I was riveted....especially in this moment;

I always liked hearing the sound of her step on the stair.

Maybe you should only have been 25% honest

As they say, it is always easy to be wise "in retrospect". And by the way, I am a bit green with envy too.
"It's not easy being green"

Matj

mat james wrote:Top story Jack. I was riveted

Thanks I got the idea of telling this story when i listened to Sertab singing "one more cup of coffee"

And thought that I should have at least got her to come again for one more cup of coffee.

Have you heard the recording? It;s beautiful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZSKpXaokEg

Beautiful, as you say.
I love the middle-eastern flavours.

One more cupa coffee 'fore I go
to the valley below...

Now what did Leonard say about valleys and "delta's" ?

And thought that I should have

Yes, maybe you should have. Ah! what reverie..........!

Blimey Jack, you seem to have such a gentle persona on this board, calling someone a fucking bitch seems so out of character for you. Maybe that's why she was so shocked. I enjoyed your story, ta.

Diane

Diane wrote:Blimey Jack, you seem to have such a gentle persona on this board, calling someone a fucking bitch seems so out of character for you. Maybe that's why she was so shocked. I enjoyed your story, ta.

Diane

Well that was the man I was before and it was a matter of distance. He had yet to realize the nature of the beast and the horn that would appear to tear at whoever would be close enough to reach out to him. I am going home with someone new and I am making amends.

Thanks for telling me you enjoyed the story, ta

mat james wrote:Beautiful, as you say.
I love the middle-eastern flavours.

One more cupa coffee 'fore I go
to the valley below...

Now what did Leonard say about valleys and "delta's" ?

And thought that I should have

Yes, maybe you should have. Ah! what reverie..........!

You have a very fun way of looking at things Mat and you bring a lot of lightness to the moment. You bring to mind a quote that I like by Christopher Fry from that wonderful play "The Lady's Not For Burning"

“I travel light; as light,
that is, as a man can travel who will
still carry his body around because
of its sentimental value.”

Jack, I meant the above with a bit of a . But I appreciate your response.

He had yet to realize the nature of the beast and the horn that would appear to tear at whoever would be close enough to reach out to him.

I have been there, done that and bought the T-shirt. Took a long time to find out where I was going wrong and what to do about it.

I'm glad you're homeward bound.

Diane

I once knew a man who was in the U.S. Army, stationed in France and whilst in Paris, somehow met the woman who was Miss France that or the previous year. She was from a very elite family and cultural experience; and he was more the Lee Marvin-Marlon Brando-mix type, but could charm a bird off a fence with his down-to-earth, unpretentious style, and totally disarmed [and disrobed ] her. A situation occurred where, somehow a question of this nature surfaced and his answer could have been considered similarly 'crude,' yet totally honest. They ended up marrying, having a child, and living in the U.S., away from her previous life. One of those movie-plot situations. Yours, too, Jack. Sometimes, men approach a woman, with this difference in social standing, from such an interpersonal perspective, knowing that even though they may never be able to 'have' her [if that's what they even want], and even if that's not what they're interested in... one thing is for sure and that's that they will be remembered. Perhaps, your woman was already married, Jack . Francoise was single.


~ Lizzy

“I travel light; as light,
that is, as a man can travel who will
still carry his body around because
of its sentimental value.”

Thanks Jack.

I haven't seen/read the play, but that quote is enough to suggest that I would like the work of the author/playwrite.

Matj

mat james wrote: I haven't seen/read the play, but that quote is enough to suggest that I would like the work of the author/playwrite.

Matj

There was also a movie made of it in the 70's which might be available where you are. The following is part of the dialogue of a very interesting love scene:

He is a tired man who has just returned from the war and he says to her

"Half this grotesque life I spend in a state of slow decomposition, using the name of unconsidered God as a pedestal on which I stand and bray that I'm best of beasts, until under some patient moon or other I fall to pieces, like a cake of dung.  Is there a slut would hold this in her arms and put her lips against it?"

and she answers him with

"Sluts are only human.  By a quirk of unastonished nature, your obscene decaying figure of vegatable fun can drag upon a woman's heart, as though heaven were dragging up the roots of hell. What is to be done?  Somethings compels us into the terrible fallacy that man is desirable and there is no escaping into truth.  The crimes and cruelties leave us longing, and campaigning love still pitches his tent of light amoung the suns and moons.
You may be decay and a platitude of flesh, but I have no other such memory of life.  You may be corrupt as ancient apples, well then corruption is what I most willingly harvest.  You are evil, hell, the father of lies; if so hell is my home and my days of good were a holiday:
Hell is my hill and the world slopes away from it into insignificance.  I have come suddenly upon my heart and where it is I see no help for."

The play/movie is filled with the most incredible dialogue and should not be missed.

Jack

Well, we'll see how this fares here... second attempt, the first of which somehow got eclipsed. All I said was that the [initial] quote was a sampling of wit that was enough for me, too, Mat.

Now that you've done your own posting here, also in response to Mat, do you recall the name of the movie, Jack? You're right on the dialogue and the profound reality at the base of it.


~ Lizzy

lizzytysh wrote:Sometimes, men approach a woman, with this difference in social standing, from such an interpersonal perspective, knowing that even though they may never be able to 'have' her

It was in truth really me that was the snob. She in her own way found a way of showing me.

lizzytysh wrote:Well, we'll see how this fares here... second attempt, the first of which somehow got eclipsed. All I said was that the [initial] quote was a sampling of wit that was enough for me, too, Mat.

Now that you've done your own posting here, also in response to Mat, do you recall the name of the movie, Jack? You're right on the dialogue and the profound reality at the base of it.

The Lady's Not For Burning

I thought that the title and movie fit very well with the back cover of Leonard's first album

... and Leonard's songwriting, as well. She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight... amongst many others.

Good realization on you and the woman, Jack.


~ Lizzy