IF IT ENDS WITH A TOWEL - IT'S NOT LOVE
connecting the dots...
Excerpt from: PLAY
Dateline: Saturday December 21 - 2008
A few pops with friends and it was time to saunter home; turning a corner, a glance, turns into more; followed by conversation.
Randomness trickles into connection, beautiful in spirit, and physically, the connection grows.
Conversation folds into a kiss and caress---falling into embrace---turning into warm---and into my bed.
Passion turns into bliss. With the sweet comfort found in the breath on the nape of my neck, we drift into dreamland. The world makes sense.
Sleep is replaced by heat. The nectar tastes sweet. We became lost in the moment. Ecstasy is found in each kiss. We writhe in pleasure---undressed in passion---intoxicated by the unlikely connection found by a meeting of souls delivered by a single glance on the street.
Danielle, from Hong Kong, recently removed from a love of nine years, visiting Vancouver over the holiday season, not looking, but if it was to happen, her search would stop at one. Our meeting, far from her norm---she needed to feel loved; I had no qualms with providing that as my offering. I also need to feel love.
Our passion and connection brought us to an ease in conversation. Family became part of it. I skipped over mine.
I told her each year I host an orphans Christmas. I asked her if she was spending time with family over the holidays.
Randomness trickles into connection, beautiful in spirit, and physically, the connection grows.
Conversation folds into a kiss and caress---falling into embrace---turning into warm---and into my bed.
Passion turns into bliss. With the sweet comfort found in the breath on the nape of my neck, we drift into dreamland. The world makes sense.
Sleep is replaced by heat. The nectar tastes sweet. We became lost in the moment. Ecstasy is found in each kiss. We writhe in pleasure---undressed in passion---intoxicated by the unlikely connection found by a meeting of souls delivered by a single glance on the street.
Danielle, from Hong Kong, recently removed from a love of nine years, visiting Vancouver over the holiday season, not looking, but if it was to happen, her search would stop at one. Our meeting, far from her norm---she needed to feel loved; I had no qualms with providing that as my offering. I also need to feel love.
Our passion and connection brought us to an ease in conversation. Family became part of it. I skipped over mine.
I told her each year I host an orphans Christmas. I asked her if she was spending time with family over the holidays.
“No, I have an aunt here but I’m not staying with her.”
“I’m staying with a man who lives in Burnaby. We met randomly through a friend via the internet. He offered to let me stay at his place. We’re not having relations; he seems to be a nice guy. He’s recently out of a relationship. His parents passed away over the past few years. I’m not sure what we’re going to do for Christmas.”
I sensed an invite was crossing her mind.
“He used to live in San Francisco, his name is Patrick; we’ll figure out something, we’ll make the best of Christmas.”
Do I invite---crossed my mind.
“I’m staying with a man who lives in Burnaby. We met randomly through a friend via the internet. He offered to let me stay at his place. We’re not having relations; he seems to be a nice guy. He’s recently out of a relationship. His parents passed away over the past few years. I’m not sure what we’re going to do for Christmas.”
I sensed an invite was crossing her mind.
“He used to live in San Francisco, his name is Patrick; we’ll figure out something, we’ll make the best of Christmas.”
Do I invite---crossed my mind.
You see… Vancouver is 791 miles from San Francisco. Hong Kong is 6,388 miles from Vancouver. Hong Kong is about 6,388 miles from Burnaby. Picture Butte is in the neighbourhood of 1000 miles from Terminal Avenue and the desk at the office where I work.
To continue, Danielle last visited Vancouver 15 years ago, we met randomly on the street by sharing a glance, the glance turned into passion and as random as our meeting was, she’s staying with someone she met virtually in a similar fashion.
Patrick used to live in San Francisco, flashing back to my ex, Trish. Trish used to be a flight attendant with Air Canada---her standards on love had different rules for her than me.
To continue, Danielle last visited Vancouver 15 years ago, we met randomly on the street by sharing a glance, the glance turned into passion and as random as our meeting was, she’s staying with someone she met virtually in a similar fashion.
Patrick used to live in San Francisco, flashing back to my ex, Trish. Trish used to be a flight attendant with Air Canada---her standards on love had different rules for her than me.
“Why is this guy Patrick phoning you from San Francisco?”
“Sweetie, we’re just friends. I met him at the club. He’s a good guy.”
“You met him for twenty minutes while high. How good of friends could you be?”
“Sweetie, we’re just friends. I met him at the club. He’s a good guy.”
“You met him for twenty minutes while high. How good of friends could you be?”
Eventually, that chance meeting strolled, then sprinted down a path into heartache, spinning its yarn into uncovering the hidden mysteries of my life.
Patrick, originally from Vancouver Island, immigrated to San Francisco, eventually trekking to Vancouver, and after the collapse of his relationship, landed in Burnaby.
Patrick, just so happened to be dating Trish for a year at the same time I was dating and living with Trish. Eventually, after our demise, he fell into her arms without regard for her deceit or the pain it brought my way.
And now, out of all improbability and unfathomable odds, he is sharing his home with an acquaintance that happens to be lying naked, in my bed.
Do you still think I’m crazy!
Patrick, originally from Vancouver Island, immigrated to San Francisco, eventually trekking to Vancouver, and after the collapse of his relationship, landed in Burnaby.
Patrick, just so happened to be dating Trish for a year at the same time I was dating and living with Trish. Eventually, after our demise, he fell into her arms without regard for her deceit or the pain it brought my way.
And now, out of all improbability and unfathomable odds, he is sharing his home with an acquaintance that happens to be lying naked, in my bed.
Do you still think I’m crazy!
Excuse me, Universe: What are you trying to tell me? |
A Christmas invite was on the tip of my tongue. I just couldn’t bring myself to allow the abstractness to enter my home.
I imagined:
I imagined:
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“Hello Patrick, you’ve been here before.
Remember, after Trish and me, or shall I say: I had a meltdown, you know, after the breakup and all of the deaths---eventually leading to my parents coming back to life. You moved Trish out of (my) our home and into yours. Would you care for white or dark meat?” |
I never shared the connection with Danielle. I figured it was for the best. And, as much as I don’t hate, I can’t conclude: Patrick, is a good man.
Long before this dot, I determined: for a story to be a good, it must be larger than just self.
These pages have turned into a canvas and with long strokes with brushes dripping with every element of living the dots become numbers and the pages spring to life.
I’ve managed to enter a stage in life where I see the World not as it could be, but how we’re supposed to behave.
We’re all threaded together by blood and insights far beyond our grasp. We’re often too distracted by things disguised as important and instead of coming together we are pulled apart risking the destruction of all.
Long before this dot, I determined: for a story to be a good, it must be larger than just self.
These pages have turned into a canvas and with long strokes with brushes dripping with every element of living the dots become numbers and the pages spring to life.
I’ve managed to enter a stage in life where I see the World not as it could be, but how we’re supposed to behave.
We’re all threaded together by blood and insights far beyond our grasp. We’re often too distracted by things disguised as important and instead of coming together we are pulled apart risking the destruction of all.
TIME OUT: The last few paragraphs were spoon gagable. I'm certain "gagable" is not a real word. I don't care. As much as I think the paragraphs are sappy, in light of what is going on in the world today (Global Politics), I have changed my mind: I believe the words although they may invoke vomiting - are now, more than ever, relevant.
SAD
The concept of ownership has created competition and greed. We’re all striving for things that in the grand scheme of life mean nothing. I believe: we’re supposed to come to a point in evolution where the realization screams to the forefront. We’re supposed to help one another, regardless of past, and without judgment of present.
All of our moments are intricately tied together and evil is lost in the distractions that constantly cloud our days and erode our beings until all that is left is hatred and sorrow.
My mystery has shed a light on me and the message is for me to be excited by whatever may be next; however, in the process of the journey rise to the highest standard, actually, the only standard true to who I’m destined to be.
What’s meant to happen, will, the only control I have on the plot is to watch for the signs---I can’t wait for the next dot to arrive.
All of our moments are intricately tied together and evil is lost in the distractions that constantly cloud our days and erode our beings until all that is left is hatred and sorrow.
My mystery has shed a light on me and the message is for me to be excited by whatever may be next; however, in the process of the journey rise to the highest standard, actually, the only standard true to who I’m destined to be.
What’s meant to happen, will, the only control I have on the plot is to watch for the signs---I can’t wait for the next dot to arrive.
In the meantime my simple points of happy are:
1.
Friends
2.
Being in-tune with oneself
3.
Accepting Love
4.
Forgiveness
Friends
2.
Being in-tune with oneself
3.
Accepting Love
4.
Forgiveness
If I had to offer a fifth and likely the most important point:
“Lindsay, why did you get along with me so well?”
Pause:
“Lindsay, why did you get along with me so well?”
Pause:
“Because, I don’t want anything from you, I just want you to be happy, nothing more."
I’m not certain where I’m going to be heading next. I just know whichever way the turn leads me---this story is not about me.
I don’t hate Patrick, I may have once. I think the right thing to have done, would have been to invite...
I missed an opportunity to grow.
I don’t hate Patrick, I may have once. I think the right thing to have done, would have been to invite...
I missed an opportunity to grow.
