Slow Food, Slow Dreams, and Slipping Reason

[plural]

I have spent
much of the last few days
speaking with a delightful young woman

I have spent some time
thinking about the various effects
of our conversations
and I am not entirely comfortable with them

She somewhat reminds me of that girl in Florence

[which is peculiar as she lived there]
[for quite a while]

except well
she is all woman

not that she isn't playful or silly
just that doesn't make me feel like she is a child

a young woman
thirteen months my junior

she speaks several languages
her Italian is most succinctly better than mine
and I would not be surprised if her Spanish was as well

she has a bachelors degree
[granted its in french]
[but nobody is perfect]

oh and there is this whole fear
of deep water that she has
which is going
need working through

she loves motorcycles

she is a hottie and definitely
a spinner which I find very sexy

she is Jewish and comes from a good family
[which should things progress would please my family]
but more importantly
it interests me

her father is a jazz producer
for many years managed and
produced one of the more influential artists
whose name I will leave out
in consideration of her privacy
but it is the sort of name
you all would recognize
and
considering my love for jazz
I think it would be fascinating to talk to him

She can cook but even more important
shares my food values
[i.e. fast food is the anti-Christ]


In many ways
she is about as good as it gets
in so far as meeting the objective criteria
which I set out

I enjoy talking to her
we seem to connect

but I have to admit some discomfort
not with her
but with myself

I gave her the address of my journal
after a long talk in which she shared some very personal things
which was fairly awkward and unnerving for me

then there is the whole rational control side of myself

I am not comfortable with situations which
urge me to act or think irrationally

I am a passionate and emotional man
think of it like an aqueduct
[and a fairly deep one at that]
sometimes the waters run high, and rowdy
others low and placid
but you don't worry until they start splashing over the bank

anyway it comes down to this

it is one of these situations
where there are a whole bunch of possibilities
not a lot of facts

and it will pretty much take
an act of insanity
or
a whole lot of patience
[which I am not prone to]
to figure it out

it really becomes a pain
as I am entirely used to getting
what I want
when I want
and usually
how I want

so
to want
annoys me