Sunday, May 24, 2015

sunday blues

Stupid things men do
Well, I did it too


Feel like getting stoned (stoning in the 'courtyard stoning' sense) because of that one slip. Damn me for tripping out on game theory, porn ideas, pulp fiction (plus a sprinkle of human falling) to bring it there. Weirdly i had gone through it before it played in real, and saw a safe stop point.
That might sound very ugly in a libidinous sense, but, safe distances I know better off, since sex hasn't been the consequence of 7 of the 12 bare days Tammy and I have spent in each other's company.

Yes, 12 times that I distinctly remember physically seeing her, 4 of them being through-nighters where on two nothing happened. This was the phase of our "relationship" days - 12 days of facetime, totalling about 6+5+1+12+2+2+6+12+12 = 58 hrs or barely 3 days. Clocked 58 hours with K, I believe in the first week since I told her I had a crazy fondness about her, and amidst as much natural beauty about us as that craziness - Gulmarg, Srinagar, Delhi. Well, we did our 58 hours together in Gulmarg itself if you consider that post-admission there were still 4 days still followed in Gulmarg where we picked up Skiing together, 4 days stealing glances there in the snows, creatively conversating through eyes and smiles, and topping it off with a celebratory night in a cottage. Very infantile, but totally deserving.
After such calculation I wonder what insecurities are on a comparable level here.

Well, we're in the mood for love, finally. Me and my blog.

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