After washing my hands of the whole issue, I have had to look back over my shoulder and re-asses the situation, and conced that my reasoning of the 'seven and three' just did not make much sense, so, I have deferred my need for a quick way out and just become as analytical in real life as I am in the private recesses of my own mind... since, apparently, there is no distinction between the two, as I happen to be the only one alive who has the ability to make what he thinks come to pass...
But, this is about my no longer being, "confused", and in two minds about stuff, so I will start with, in order of appearance, who the 'three' are.
1)It is Friday, 25 May, and as I walk past Glencairn Heights, I run into this golden-haired blonde chick, tall, and leggy, and the thing that first catches my eye is that she pauses as she is about to cross the road...there are no cars, and she waits in apparent indifference till I have reached higher ground and THEN she crosses the road, and as soon as she reaches the kerb,... and she is BEHIND me, notice; I turn, almost automatically, and without conscious thought about it, and I look down at her, and THEN she does this, Take-Me-To-Bed thing with her hands, and I am left puzzled. But her ass IS way too big for her, and I note that. She must have read something in my face because she turns her back on me and she walks away, shaking her head and shoulders slumped.
I am like, hey, what the fuck just happened, and did that girl just offer herself to me?
Can't be.
This is me we are talking about here, the one no one ever looks twice at, right!
But it still tickles me that someone made so much of me that she is disappointed I do not respond accordingly.
Oddly enough, I do not see the girl again, and who gives a hack if the ass is not normal...it is not too noticable anyway, but I guess that I was just too overloaded and wanted an easy thing, without any hassles. I mean, I had...have...reached a point where i am most likely to expect a woman to do everything while I am in a daze, or coma.
But I never thought my opinion of someone would matter so much, or that she would, without my prompting, give herself, or offer herself, like that.
2) The day after,I am on my way to Fish Hoek Library, and as I walk in from behind the library, past the driving-test place, I see this other blonde chick, only her hair is a brilliant white, and she is in black, and she is walking from the ID-photo place. I wait for two small people to pass, and I keep on waiting for HER to pass as well, and she stuns me also: she looks at me with her black eyes, seriously, and I read the doubt in her face, and my 'dont take me seriously' smile fades, and I am confused, because what I see in her eyes is sorrow, and as she walks past I am left wondering, "Now what did I do wrong?". I do look at her ass half-heartedly and well, HER body, though taller reminds me of my youngest sister,and immediately, I clamp my mind shut against her, because the memories of home are too painful to bear.
3)Then, this other Friday, Iam walking around in Simonstown, with my mind on nothing more serious than my belly, and as I walk back towards the station, I am surprised by thhis hooting car that come behind me, and, based on something I had seen before in a vision, I recognise the occupant on the passenger seat as Michelle's friend, whom I had not seen before, in real life, and she leans towards me as the car turns. She, of course, is brilliantly beautiful, and she seems to have this cascading hair falling, in the dim light of sundown, in silver waves down the sides of her face, and of course, I immediately go "Hell, NO, no complications like THAT for me...I mean, she is my enemy for crying out loud".
The following day, after writing that I would not mind having the chick along, I am walking around the Beach, perplexed by all this, because I can not bear to think of both Michelle and her friend in the same breath.
So, as usual, I opt out, and it is in opting out that something so frightening to me happens, because I say, without any ambivalence about it, "I want someone who has Michelle's size and her friend's hair, NOW", and about a couple of hours later, the person I will call my "firstborn" shows up. The first person I 'called' without a divided mind, with full intent:
I am walking to the toilets at Long Beach, and the whole beach is deserted except for this 'family' that has this white Merc parked at the very first parking lot as one drives into the parking area. The guy, weirdly enough as i pull up, seems like he is pausing for a 'still-life' portrait, by the driver's side door. The woman and kids, meanwhile, all walk solemnly ahead of me and out of my way, keeping out of the road and walking on the sand, on the narrow shoulder that seperates the Admiral's Beach and the Beach for the commoners. I stop by the showers and fill my 5l container, and at this time my back is turned to the woman and two boys. She has, I notice dispassionately, hair that is just too white to be natural, and as I dismiss her from my mind, I do not hear her run...because no way she could have covered the 20 odd metres in less that 15seconds...back the way she came and stand on the other side of the wall that seperates the beach proper and the parking area.
As I walk carelessly back to my hut, I am surpried to see her there, and THEN she startles me, because she turns her back to me, slowly, carefully, and I am of course, stopped dead, wondering WTF?
Just as slowly, the woman turns towards me, and looks so directly at me that I am left amazed. NO ONE has ever shown such awareness of me, and so, lets face it, these 3 women, well wormed their ways into my heart
The 7 are, therefore:
1)Dutch girl
2)Michelle's friend
3)His and Hers clothing girl [I cheated there, but who cares]
4)Kimono girl
5)Fish Hoek Beach restaurant girl
6)Castle girl
7)Sunny Cove Girl.
Dont want any more thank you!
But, this is about my no longer being, "confused", and in two minds about stuff, so I will start with, in order of appearance, who the 'three' are.
1)It is Friday, 25 May, and as I walk past Glencairn Heights, I run into this golden-haired blonde chick, tall, and leggy, and the thing that first catches my eye is that she pauses as she is about to cross the road...there are no cars, and she waits in apparent indifference till I have reached higher ground and THEN she crosses the road, and as soon as she reaches the kerb,... and she is BEHIND me, notice; I turn, almost automatically, and without conscious thought about it, and I look down at her, and THEN she does this, Take-Me-To-Bed thing with her hands, and I am left puzzled. But her ass IS way too big for her, and I note that. She must have read something in my face because she turns her back on me and she walks away, shaking her head and shoulders slumped.
I am like, hey, what the fuck just happened, and did that girl just offer herself to me?
Can't be.
This is me we are talking about here, the one no one ever looks twice at, right!
But it still tickles me that someone made so much of me that she is disappointed I do not respond accordingly.
Oddly enough, I do not see the girl again, and who gives a hack if the ass is not normal...it is not too noticable anyway, but I guess that I was just too overloaded and wanted an easy thing, without any hassles. I mean, I had...have...reached a point where i am most likely to expect a woman to do everything while I am in a daze, or coma.
But I never thought my opinion of someone would matter so much, or that she would, without my prompting, give herself, or offer herself, like that.
2) The day after,I am on my way to Fish Hoek Library, and as I walk in from behind the library, past the driving-test place, I see this other blonde chick, only her hair is a brilliant white, and she is in black, and she is walking from the ID-photo place. I wait for two small people to pass, and I keep on waiting for HER to pass as well, and she stuns me also: she looks at me with her black eyes, seriously, and I read the doubt in her face, and my 'dont take me seriously' smile fades, and I am confused, because what I see in her eyes is sorrow, and as she walks past I am left wondering, "Now what did I do wrong?". I do look at her ass half-heartedly and well, HER body, though taller reminds me of my youngest sister,and immediately, I clamp my mind shut against her, because the memories of home are too painful to bear.
3)Then, this other Friday, Iam walking around in Simonstown, with my mind on nothing more serious than my belly, and as I walk back towards the station, I am surprised by thhis hooting car that come behind me, and, based on something I had seen before in a vision, I recognise the occupant on the passenger seat as Michelle's friend, whom I had not seen before, in real life, and she leans towards me as the car turns. She, of course, is brilliantly beautiful, and she seems to have this cascading hair falling, in the dim light of sundown, in silver waves down the sides of her face, and of course, I immediately go "Hell, NO, no complications like THAT for me...I mean, she is my enemy for crying out loud".
The following day, after writing that I would not mind having the chick along, I am walking around the Beach, perplexed by all this, because I can not bear to think of both Michelle and her friend in the same breath.
So, as usual, I opt out, and it is in opting out that something so frightening to me happens, because I say, without any ambivalence about it, "I want someone who has Michelle's size and her friend's hair, NOW", and about a couple of hours later, the person I will call my "firstborn" shows up. The first person I 'called' without a divided mind, with full intent:
I am walking to the toilets at Long Beach, and the whole beach is deserted except for this 'family' that has this white Merc parked at the very first parking lot as one drives into the parking area. The guy, weirdly enough as i pull up, seems like he is pausing for a 'still-life' portrait, by the driver's side door. The woman and kids, meanwhile, all walk solemnly ahead of me and out of my way, keeping out of the road and walking on the sand, on the narrow shoulder that seperates the Admiral's Beach and the Beach for the commoners. I stop by the showers and fill my 5l container, and at this time my back is turned to the woman and two boys. She has, I notice dispassionately, hair that is just too white to be natural, and as I dismiss her from my mind, I do not hear her run...because no way she could have covered the 20 odd metres in less that 15seconds...back the way she came and stand on the other side of the wall that seperates the beach proper and the parking area.
As I walk carelessly back to my hut, I am surpried to see her there, and THEN she startles me, because she turns her back to me, slowly, carefully, and I am of course, stopped dead, wondering WTF?
Just as slowly, the woman turns towards me, and looks so directly at me that I am left amazed. NO ONE has ever shown such awareness of me, and so, lets face it, these 3 women, well wormed their ways into my heart
The 7 are, therefore:
1)Dutch girl
2)Michelle's friend
3)His and Hers clothing girl [I cheated there, but who cares]
4)Kimono girl
5)Fish Hoek Beach restaurant girl
6)Castle girl
7)Sunny Cove Girl.
Dont want any more thank you!
