Wednesday, March 07, 2007

The death of cool

I was clearing out old files on my computer today, and came across something I wrote last year about a boy I know:

His eyes are a startlingly vibrant shade of blue, similar to that of the Hawaiian waters I often fantasize about but have yet to see with my own. A smile does not so much appear on his face as it does overtake it, happily electrifying every plane, each affiliated feature. Said planes have a familiar rawboned quality that seems to me to be common amongst Caucasian men of his remarkable stature. (Those, at any rate, who have not yet gone to fat, as nearly inevitably happens.) The overall impression is one of sweet and unassuming beauty, in that slightly goofy, effortless way that only certain open-featured, Midwestern boys can be beautiful.

We will never be anything more than two oppositely-gendered people who know one another in an obligatory, passing sort of sense. A sad formality colors our interactions; my deeply ingrained sense of propriety stifles giggles, squelches potentially audacious feminine gestures of affection.

It is, nonetheless, rather lovely to be reminded of one’s own primal proclivities; to feel, simply stated, like a woman, solely due to the presence of a man who would be shocked to learn of his own casually hypnotic wiles.

Then, coincidentally (if such things exist), I saw him today, for the first time in quite awhile. He smiled that unbelievable, mind-altering smile, and asked how I'd been.

I responded with something witty like, "urm, faaarghle...gaaah."

How poetic.


Blogger Amaya said...

Sounds like you handled it very well.

4:32 PM  
Blogger Big Daddy said...

That's nice writin'.

4:40 PM  
Blogger evilganome said...

Did you spill a cup of coffee on yourself, or trip over your own feet? That always gets them hot. Great piece of writing.

7:10 AM  
Blogger GayProf said...

This is sweet.

I assume that you later had hot, hot monkey sex in the elevator.

1:45 PM  
Anonymous henry said...

I like how you have us all flying around in highbrow literature country, only to end it with a lovely loud fart. It's got good umph.

2:39 PM  
Anonymous tater said...

Very nice bit of writing. When I really crush on someone, I end up talking way too much. Scares them off 8 times out of 10...

4:37 PM  

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