Monday, March 06, 2006
SEVEN YEARS OVERDUE
They found each other again. He disappeared from her life quite suddenly one day...
****
Long ago, he was a boy. He, who only studies and trains for swimming. Friends had mentioned to her about this certain good looking swimmer who has many girls setting their sights on him. But he was not responsive to any of their romantic overtures. So she was told.
When they finally met, he asked for her name. Months later, he asked for her number.
Then he got enlisted into the army.
They would go to the movies on Sundays. She would inched herself close to him and hopefully, he would hold her hand. But he was not responsive. She could never tell with this one. He was quiet and shy...
Then, she could not wait to lay his hands on him. Literally.
****
Now he could not wait to lay his hands on her. Or rather, he could not wait to be laid.
****
Some time ago, they met up. Seven years passed. He lost his streamlined body and they both agreed they no longer look quite as young and ahem, as light.
His profession as a young banker has made him more outspoken. Even a little more cynical.
But some things never change. He still proposed to take her to his favourite chicken rice stall and he still liked a station wagon for a car.
****
He grew up too late, she reckoned. So by the time, he was properly socialised with the opposite sex and was introduced to the pleasures of the flesh, he had to fast track his experience. While others built on it over the years...
When he first tasted the sins of pleasure, she gathered (from digging and observation that) he was still a good looking young man with a good body. So girls did throw themselves at him and his learning was made easy. Not much work involved, his chase cut short.
Luck runs out. Life does requires some maintenance, challenges and discipline for one to progress. Or to clinch a good deal, so to speak.
So he could only remained cock teased by her.
****
Lessons in Life
1) One needs to know his/her place in the wider world. ie. market value
2) One needs to know who he/ she is dealing with.
3) One should constantly discipline the mind through observations, challenges and knowledge and engage in intellectual activities to invigorate the spirit for the greater good of the self and the lover.
He did not pick up those lessons along the way and bordered on the crass .
****
His hot-blooded propositions were less than strategic. He ticked all the wrong boxes.
Her friends reckoned he was not smart enough for her. He just did not get it.
His saving grace was that last ounce of "boy-next-door" ishness left of him reminiscent of seven years ago.
For old time's sake, she dugged deeper and found something he wrote about the "authorship". A topic that greatly interest her as she once worked on a story that built its theme around that notion.
She wanted him to expound on it. If he was what she was looking for, the prospect of his proposition would look seemingly bright.
He gave her the wrong answer after hours of deliberating. Only to come out with something so vulgar. He counted his chickens before they hatched and concentrated on his desired and overly positive outcome.
Again, he did not get it.
****
She took him on the journey. But they did not reach the destination. His designated destination, that is but she reached hers. To start of with, he lacked her eloquence. So it was a lost cause for him despite his persistence at persuasion.
Nonetheless, she took him on a personal journey. She never quite understood herself on that one. He could never have made the cut with his letdown behaviour. She is funny that way sometimes. Maybe just to throw herself out of her mental comfort zone a little. And to add variety to her collection of life's experiences.
She granted him some pleasure. She observed his face lost in sin and it re-affirmed her knowledge of him as one that lacked depth and understanding of the wider world. He will always be a taker- like a glutton who can never resist food (of any kind) and would gorge his face silly. (She deemed his physical degeneration a good enough testimonial of the corruption of his unprocessed mind.) He could never have completely fulfilled her in mind (surely), body(possibly) and soul (definitely)...
Ah, how the state of the soul sits with the coming of age and with the fall from grace... why do we all grow up so fast so soon, the sentimentally nostalgic her quietly ponders.
So they did come together after seven years. Whatever happened to them between those lost years. Things do come full circle.
While they were both sufficiently satisfied with their joint experiences, it must have taken them both in diverging paths.
*****
She stroke his face and looked at him.
"For shy E, of seven years ago..."
"So would you have slept with me seven years ago?"
"I would have given you my first time."
*****
She hugged him. She was being real.
He proposed to leave and climbed back to the driver's seat. His excuse was that he did not want them to die from carbon monoxide poisoning.
She knew better why.
She quipped in playfully, how funny if they were to make it to tommorrow's headlines "Couple dies from making out in car".
He added dryly that it wouldn't be worth it. It's only making out, not even making love (he got careful, obliterating the phrase "having sex" since she snubbed him the last time with the wrong pitch).
"What love? There's no love to speak of in the first place." she replied.
They found each other again. He disappeared from her life quite suddenly one day...
****
Long ago, he was a boy. He, who only studies and trains for swimming. Friends had mentioned to her about this certain good looking swimmer who has many girls setting their sights on him. But he was not responsive to any of their romantic overtures. So she was told.
When they finally met, he asked for her name. Months later, he asked for her number.
Then he got enlisted into the army.
They would go to the movies on Sundays. She would inched herself close to him and hopefully, he would hold her hand. But he was not responsive. She could never tell with this one. He was quiet and shy...
Then, she could not wait to lay his hands on him. Literally.
****
Now he could not wait to lay his hands on her. Or rather, he could not wait to be laid.
****
Some time ago, they met up. Seven years passed. He lost his streamlined body and they both agreed they no longer look quite as young and ahem, as light.
His profession as a young banker has made him more outspoken. Even a little more cynical.
But some things never change. He still proposed to take her to his favourite chicken rice stall and he still liked a station wagon for a car.
****
He grew up too late, she reckoned. So by the time, he was properly socialised with the opposite sex and was introduced to the pleasures of the flesh, he had to fast track his experience. While others built on it over the years...
When he first tasted the sins of pleasure, she gathered (from digging and observation that) he was still a good looking young man with a good body. So girls did throw themselves at him and his learning was made easy. Not much work involved, his chase cut short.
Luck runs out. Life does requires some maintenance, challenges and discipline for one to progress. Or to clinch a good deal, so to speak.
So he could only remained cock teased by her.
****
Lessons in Life
1) One needs to know his/her place in the wider world. ie. market value
2) One needs to know who he/ she is dealing with.
3) One should constantly discipline the mind through observations, challenges and knowledge and engage in intellectual activities to invigorate the spirit for the greater good of the self and the lover.
He did not pick up those lessons along the way and bordered on the crass .
****
His hot-blooded propositions were less than strategic. He ticked all the wrong boxes.
Her friends reckoned he was not smart enough for her. He just did not get it.
His saving grace was that last ounce of "boy-next-door" ishness left of him reminiscent of seven years ago.
For old time's sake, she dugged deeper and found something he wrote about the "authorship". A topic that greatly interest her as she once worked on a story that built its theme around that notion.
She wanted him to expound on it. If he was what she was looking for, the prospect of his proposition would look seemingly bright.
He gave her the wrong answer after hours of deliberating. Only to come out with something so vulgar. He counted his chickens before they hatched and concentrated on his desired and overly positive outcome.
Again, he did not get it.
****
She took him on the journey. But they did not reach the destination. His designated destination, that is but she reached hers. To start of with, he lacked her eloquence. So it was a lost cause for him despite his persistence at persuasion.
Nonetheless, she took him on a personal journey. She never quite understood herself on that one. He could never have made the cut with his letdown behaviour. She is funny that way sometimes. Maybe just to throw herself out of her mental comfort zone a little. And to add variety to her collection of life's experiences.
She granted him some pleasure. She observed his face lost in sin and it re-affirmed her knowledge of him as one that lacked depth and understanding of the wider world. He will always be a taker- like a glutton who can never resist food (of any kind) and would gorge his face silly. (She deemed his physical degeneration a good enough testimonial of the corruption of his unprocessed mind.) He could never have completely fulfilled her in mind (surely), body(possibly) and soul (definitely)...
Ah, how the state of the soul sits with the coming of age and with the fall from grace... why do we all grow up so fast so soon, the sentimentally nostalgic her quietly ponders.
So they did come together after seven years. Whatever happened to them between those lost years. Things do come full circle.
While they were both sufficiently satisfied with their joint experiences, it must have taken them both in diverging paths.
*****
She stroke his face and looked at him.
"For shy E, of seven years ago..."
"So would you have slept with me seven years ago?"
"I would have given you my first time."
*****
She hugged him. She was being real.
He proposed to leave and climbed back to the driver's seat. His excuse was that he did not want them to die from carbon monoxide poisoning.
She knew better why.
She quipped in playfully, how funny if they were to make it to tommorrow's headlines "Couple dies from making out in car".
He added dryly that it wouldn't be worth it. It's only making out, not even making love (he got careful, obliterating the phrase "having sex" since she snubbed him the last time with the wrong pitch).
"What love? There's no love to speak of in the first place." she replied.
