On a lighter note.....
Jul. 25th, 2000 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pluralI went to my favorite cafe, I have been patronizing it for almost 10 years now.
The owner is a good friend, and I have my own parking spot (which is quite a perk on capitol hill.)
I felt the need for comfortable surroundings, a delicately pulled vanilla latte....
The company of single serving friends, otherwise known as the regulars of the place.
After exchanging pleasantries and updating each other on our lives, the owner showed me to one of my regular tables, upstairs in the smoking section. As I walked to the table my eyes searched the room for familar faces, someone to lighten the mood. alas I thought, tonight I was forsaken even here. I sat, opening my paper, and began to read.
The presence of my waitress roused my from a fascinating review of a french film called "Cold Water", I will have to make a note to see it in the near future.
I glanced up, and was dazzled by her smile, My first impression was that she was the most beautiful woman, I had seen that day and perhaps that week, even though I knew it not to be true.
She had soft red hair pulled back into a ponytail, large round eyes, a glowing smile, modest round and perky breasts and something else.....
Something which brought her rather average and plain all american girl next door looks to a new level.
I find I am usually most attracted to those which have held on to that which I have lost.
Innocence, Faith, Hope, Belief in the goodness of human nature.
Not to say she was naive, for I got the impression there was intelligence and experience behind her eyes.
She smiled, and her face glowed, her eyes radiated with life, I felt like a vampire feeding on her.
I introduced myself and asked her name. I wont share it here, but it like her external appearance was pretty but plain.
I have a distinct difference of opinion with regard to beauty, after all it is the primary thing I worship.
True beauty is contained in the essence of things, not soley in it external visage. The shell of a decaying building contrasting with a modern skyscraper, echoing past lives spent and forgotten in the inevitiable march towards progress. While a model on an actress may be attractive, they generally lack depth, the 3 dimensional quality which allows us to breathe it in, absorbing its soul.
I ordered a single tall vanilla latte, my usual, and inquired if they had some of their decadent strawberry torte left.
She went to check and I was given the opportunity to observe the curves of her figure, which was actually quite remarkable. The place I find most arousing on a woman, is not her breasts, not her legs, nor her ass, but the soft sensual curve from the bottom of her ribs, to the beginning of her hips. Of course not that I minded the view of her legs and firm buttocks either.
She return briefly, smiling at me from accross the room, and informed me that they did infact have some left.
Smiling, I order a slice and returned to my paper.
A few moments later, she return with my latte and torte, again a bright smile.
Now to my female readers, which to the best of my knowledge is the entirety of my readership, I am aware that smiling and be nice is in most cases merely ones intereptation of doing ones jobs, and I assure you, I was not reading more than that into it. I state it merely to explain my momentary fixation.
That said, I decided regardless that some flirtation was in order, we chatted briefly, I learned that it was in fact only her second day working there.
Again I returned to my paper, and she to her work, shortly later, when she asked if everything was alright, I responded with a resilient "fabulous actually"
I enquired if she had in fact had the opportunity to try this delectable dish, and to my horror she had not. I offered a her a bite, she demurred saying she would try some later, I was not about to be so easily put off and I cajoled her gently, she worried that her boss would frown upon her eating from a customers plate, I pacified her fears, with words of encouragement, of course ensuring her that I would smooth things over with boss should he find ill favor with her for it.
She quickly, almost as mouse dashing from a hole to snatch a piece of cheese, leaned over and took the proffered nibble into her mouth, paused for a moment savoring it. I found great favor in this pause, the momentary lapse of time to completely absorb the complexity of it. Far too many people hungrily devour exquisite confections with but a yumm as the fill their cheeks like chipmunks preparing for an especially harsh winter. Her response, a simple honest smile, followed by a nod, a slight sigh... and then in an instant was off, eagerly back to her duties...
I am always amazed at the earnesty of a newly hired employee, the short term energy where someone attempts to earn the confidance of their colleagues. In time, as new turns to routine, as everything does, it will fade.
I smiled briefly, with charm and confidence, thanked her for the pleasure, and took my leave....
I do not believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in lust at first sight, not necessarily limited to physical lust, but a lust to learn, to experience, to know another person.
As I drove slowly home, her image twirled in my mind, her bright smile lifted my spirits....
Lust it was, and I savored each morsel.
The owner is a good friend, and I have my own parking spot (which is quite a perk on capitol hill.)
I felt the need for comfortable surroundings, a delicately pulled vanilla latte....
The company of single serving friends, otherwise known as the regulars of the place.
After exchanging pleasantries and updating each other on our lives, the owner showed me to one of my regular tables, upstairs in the smoking section. As I walked to the table my eyes searched the room for familar faces, someone to lighten the mood. alas I thought, tonight I was forsaken even here. I sat, opening my paper, and began to read.
The presence of my waitress roused my from a fascinating review of a french film called "Cold Water", I will have to make a note to see it in the near future.
I glanced up, and was dazzled by her smile, My first impression was that she was the most beautiful woman, I had seen that day and perhaps that week, even though I knew it not to be true.
She had soft red hair pulled back into a ponytail, large round eyes, a glowing smile, modest round and perky breasts and something else.....
Something which brought her rather average and plain all american girl next door looks to a new level.
I find I am usually most attracted to those which have held on to that which I have lost.
Innocence, Faith, Hope, Belief in the goodness of human nature.
Not to say she was naive, for I got the impression there was intelligence and experience behind her eyes.
She smiled, and her face glowed, her eyes radiated with life, I felt like a vampire feeding on her.
I introduced myself and asked her name. I wont share it here, but it like her external appearance was pretty but plain.
I have a distinct difference of opinion with regard to beauty, after all it is the primary thing I worship.
True beauty is contained in the essence of things, not soley in it external visage. The shell of a decaying building contrasting with a modern skyscraper, echoing past lives spent and forgotten in the inevitiable march towards progress. While a model on an actress may be attractive, they generally lack depth, the 3 dimensional quality which allows us to breathe it in, absorbing its soul.
I ordered a single tall vanilla latte, my usual, and inquired if they had some of their decadent strawberry torte left.
She went to check and I was given the opportunity to observe the curves of her figure, which was actually quite remarkable. The place I find most arousing on a woman, is not her breasts, not her legs, nor her ass, but the soft sensual curve from the bottom of her ribs, to the beginning of her hips. Of course not that I minded the view of her legs and firm buttocks either.
She return briefly, smiling at me from accross the room, and informed me that they did infact have some left.
Smiling, I order a slice and returned to my paper.
A few moments later, she return with my latte and torte, again a bright smile.
Now to my female readers, which to the best of my knowledge is the entirety of my readership, I am aware that smiling and be nice is in most cases merely ones intereptation of doing ones jobs, and I assure you, I was not reading more than that into it. I state it merely to explain my momentary fixation.
That said, I decided regardless that some flirtation was in order, we chatted briefly, I learned that it was in fact only her second day working there.
Again I returned to my paper, and she to her work, shortly later, when she asked if everything was alright, I responded with a resilient "fabulous actually"
I enquired if she had in fact had the opportunity to try this delectable dish, and to my horror she had not. I offered a her a bite, she demurred saying she would try some later, I was not about to be so easily put off and I cajoled her gently, she worried that her boss would frown upon her eating from a customers plate, I pacified her fears, with words of encouragement, of course ensuring her that I would smooth things over with boss should he find ill favor with her for it.
She quickly, almost as mouse dashing from a hole to snatch a piece of cheese, leaned over and took the proffered nibble into her mouth, paused for a moment savoring it. I found great favor in this pause, the momentary lapse of time to completely absorb the complexity of it. Far too many people hungrily devour exquisite confections with but a yumm as the fill their cheeks like chipmunks preparing for an especially harsh winter. Her response, a simple honest smile, followed by a nod, a slight sigh... and then in an instant was off, eagerly back to her duties...
I am always amazed at the earnesty of a newly hired employee, the short term energy where someone attempts to earn the confidance of their colleagues. In time, as new turns to routine, as everything does, it will fade.
I smiled briefly, with charm and confidence, thanked her for the pleasure, and took my leave....
I do not believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in lust at first sight, not necessarily limited to physical lust, but a lust to learn, to experience, to know another person.
As I drove slowly home, her image twirled in my mind, her bright smile lifted my spirits....
Lust it was, and I savored each morsel.
