journalman's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Philly Visitors, Turntables, Bifecta PROGRAMMING LOCALITES Believe it or not, there are some people who�ve never laughed and danced and been merry with an Indian boy. My visiting ex-crush of a decade ago (CEC) came this weekend from Philly and brought her localite friend to crash at my apartment with her Fri eve. Localite? Definitely. But drop-dead gorgeous and a total sweetheart. Definitely something to work with here, people! Barring her hopelessly thick Philly-suburb Localite accent, I was extremely attracted to her. Weak-in-the-knees attracted to her. I also knew that without CEC introducing us, she�d never give me a second look. So my jokes were extra-funny. Extra American, in a non-political and agreeable way, even. Especially entertaining to strangers is when I, as somebody who does not speak English with a foreign accent, bust out and do impressions of an 'Indian' accent, for the record. One might think it's simplistic, but people with doctorates have lemonade come out of their proverbial noses when I pronounce the word 'capacity' as my grandfather did. We were hungry, and Jules showed up like an angel with sandwiches from her restaurant for me and my 2 friends. I�m really lucky to have good friends that also happen to be wonderful people. I believe that a person can be judged by not only the company they keep, but also by the quality of their friendships with multiple people from all walks of life. This Britneychick, who'd never clinked glasses with an Indian boy ever before (and previously would have dismissed the scenario as 'unlikely'), began to see me in a much more open-minded light, and began to express interest. She would look over... and keep her look for a second or two longer than normal. She began to nod at me, walk with me, offer to come out and dance with me. Just merely speaking to her would elicit an incredibly sultry �come-hither� look, the likes of which I don�t think I�ve ever seen. In the game of seduction, there is weakness in being a Localite. You just might get caught off guard and open your mind. Widely. We spent the evening on the river, with a brisk breeze, incredible music, and a shared cocktail of sexual tension, wonder, and forbidden desire. My new favorite drink. JUST SOME HYPOTHETICAL QUESTIONS Ever sleep with a houseguest you just met that same day? Ever try to keep it quiet because the mutual friend is sleeping out in the living room? Ever have incredible, kissing & reciprocity-filled, mutual body-rocking, multi-orgasmic sex you swear is intensified by how �bad� you are being? Ever wake up a few hours later and find the jealous-from-night-before mutual friend sleeping next to you? Cuddling up to you? And then have quiet, hushed, secretive, (protected) sex with the friend, TOO?
It�s a Saturday. I�m staying in. There can�t possibly be anything crazier in this city of NY than last night/this morning. I�m hungry, and I wish I had a local friend that I could call on a whim and grab a bite with. Lord knows this neighborhood gets tricky to eat in after a certain hour, and I�m craving falafel. 10:27 p.m. - 2006-09-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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