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Eclipsed
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I’ve seen a few eclipses and I’m always tempted to stare right into it. It’s like when I pass a cop in the airport or in Times Square and I look at his gun and wonder what would happen if I grabbed it. Last week while walking the dog I saw a shooting star. It’s a big thrill.
We’re ALL the same. Them, too.
He may be better off in terms of income and location but I bet he doesn’t use propinquitous in a sentence.
There’s a saying up north, “fine words butter no parsmips.” I don’t think I’ll be glistering anything of Donna’s any time soon.
It was only a moment, but I hope Glamour Puss didn’t see us both light up like hungry dogs. I wish I could have done the slightest smile, and nodded politely. I am an English dog, after all.
sadly in London the eclipse was eclipsed by the cloud……..
Good that you did hear from Donna, even if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to hear…
Women do the same thing - sometimes we’re not quite as obvious. When sparking near a new prospect, whether we are taken or not, we certainly turn on whatever charms we can conjure. It’s all biology. Every last bit of it. Sometimes, when i’m feeling particularly rotten about flirtations, i remind myself that it’s in my limbic system. My dinosaur brain makes me do it!
Had to get the dictionary out again… she us southern non-university educated types eh? Not a clue…
Sorry that Donna is gone though.
Your friend should drop out the programme - I’ve wasted many hours smiling beaming at people who are somewhere they don’t want to be - it doesn’t do any of us any help.
I now look for them… the ones with back problems. “I’m only here to get my wife/husband/boy or girlfriend/partner/son/daughter/mother/father/lover/cousin/relation/work colleague/mate/boss/police/probation/house association/social services/landlord (I could go on for ever) off my back".
Yes DF – I know that the veneer of culture is wafer thin, but it still takes me by suprise when the utterly involuntary reactions of physical attraction are suddenly lit up.
F – I think she’s more or less decided that now. It’s a waste of everyone’s time and would be depriving someone else of a place they’d benefit from.
As I’ve told her several times, I think she’s a depressive and perhaps could seek help for that. I She’s a good friend and I like her a great deal, but she goes on like a scratched record, year in, year out, about the same “problems” – her weight, her drinking, her man troubles – instead of doing something about them.
Or… as I was saying the other day, if she likes eating and drinking so much, then why not enjoy it instead of feeling gloomy about it all the time. Do them to excess and at least have a good time on the path to hospitalisation.
*looks up for propinquitiquititious in the doctionary*
WOW you learn something new every day … if you’re lucky.
Parsnip, I know that one.
XXX
I’m pushing it a bit, because really, it refers to closeness in blood relations, but it’s such a lovely word it deserves wider application.
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