Part 14
Jumping to conclusions.
I know I shouldn't have made that comment about Miss Degas being someone else, but that is how I hide my desires when I want to sleep with someone. Paranoia. Okay, maybe, I am sure at another time, if I wasn't sore from head to foot, I might have instead of suggested a walk, locked the door to my office. Okay, I would have suggested a walk, I have gotten slapped too many times, to pull a stunt like locking the office door, and pull her into a passionate kiss. I can't be that impulsive, but damn it, it has been so long since I have kissed a woman, its not entirely my fault, women just don't seem to understand me, and sometimes it drives me up the wall. They don't really try, all they have to do is drop the mouse image they have of me, and they will be able to see. Miss Degas doesn't really seem like she would appricate that much. I doubt if she has ever even been kissed. She's kind of funny looking in a way, with her thick glasses, and cardigan, and knee socks, almost like a school girl. She has a nice accent though, though in a haunting way it reminds me of De Fohn. That whole German/French thing, which is exactly the types of girls I encountered when I visited Switzerland.
Bloody hell, I am going to curse myself for the rest of eternity if I don't do anything. She is not saying anything to me. "Why don't we go out to lunch, I am hungry, what about you?" Good move, Albert, you sound like a dork. Damn, it, I am very good with words, except my lack of words actually able to use, leaves me sounding very stupid sometimes.
"I am not really hungry, but I could use a cigarette, if you don't mind if I smoke while you eat." She says very softly.
"No, I don't mind." Damn it, I am lying to her, I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, but she probably won't intinatially blow it in my directions.
She appears to remember something, "Oh, I just realized I am out, could you swing me by a convience store."
"Sure, why not." I hate convience stores, too. I am getting deseparate. I am such a geek. Just agree to everything she says, good one Moron.
"I am not a good driver, here, vould...vould you drive, Mr. Eberts." She asks.
"Please, I ask you not to call me that, call me Ebbies, -or- Albie, no Mr. stuff okay, that's my father." I give a weak laugh. She doesn't even crack a smile. "I can drive."
We walk in silence for a while, as we walk to the parking lot.The silence is akward. I wish I had my Astin-Martin here, it might impress her, but unfortunately its in the shop. Maybe she will like my little toyota though, very intimate. What am I thinking? I am losing my head. I open the door for her, and get in on the other side. Before, I can put the key in the ignition, she's kissing me. Well, I lucked out. I smile mentally, and kiss her back with a passion.
(more to come)
Jumping to conclusions.
I know I shouldn't have made that comment about Miss Degas being someone else, but that is how I hide my desires when I want to sleep with someone. Paranoia. Okay, maybe, I am sure at another time, if I wasn't sore from head to foot, I might have instead of suggested a walk, locked the door to my office. Okay, I would have suggested a walk, I have gotten slapped too many times, to pull a stunt like locking the office door, and pull her into a passionate kiss. I can't be that impulsive, but damn it, it has been so long since I have kissed a woman, its not entirely my fault, women just don't seem to understand me, and sometimes it drives me up the wall. They don't really try, all they have to do is drop the mouse image they have of me, and they will be able to see. Miss Degas doesn't really seem like she would appricate that much. I doubt if she has ever even been kissed. She's kind of funny looking in a way, with her thick glasses, and cardigan, and knee socks, almost like a school girl. She has a nice accent though, though in a haunting way it reminds me of De Fohn. That whole German/French thing, which is exactly the types of girls I encountered when I visited Switzerland.
Bloody hell, I am going to curse myself for the rest of eternity if I don't do anything. She is not saying anything to me. "Why don't we go out to lunch, I am hungry, what about you?" Good move, Albert, you sound like a dork. Damn, it, I am very good with words, except my lack of words actually able to use, leaves me sounding very stupid sometimes.
"I am not really hungry, but I could use a cigarette, if you don't mind if I smoke while you eat." She says very softly.
"No, I don't mind." Damn it, I am lying to her, I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, but she probably won't intinatially blow it in my directions.
She appears to remember something, "Oh, I just realized I am out, could you swing me by a convience store."
"Sure, why not." I hate convience stores, too. I am getting deseparate. I am such a geek. Just agree to everything she says, good one Moron.
"I am not a good driver, here, vould...vould you drive, Mr. Eberts." She asks.
"Please, I ask you not to call me that, call me Ebbies, -or- Albie, no Mr. stuff okay, that's my father." I give a weak laugh. She doesn't even crack a smile. "I can drive."
We walk in silence for a while, as we walk to the parking lot.The silence is akward. I wish I had my Astin-Martin here, it might impress her, but unfortunately its in the shop. Maybe she will like my little toyota though, very intimate. What am I thinking? I am losing my head. I open the door for her, and get in on the other side. Before, I can put the key in the ignition, she's kissing me. Well, I lucked out. I smile mentally, and kiss her back with a passion.
(more to come)