Chloe Dark Gloves
Looking at those fotos, I have to chuckle. Not coz they are humorous, but ‘coz they remind me of this fellow, this worthwhile fellow who I adored. The dude I wanted to marry. The lady-killer I loved. The dude who got away. I was exotic dancing at this club in Berlin and he was the manager. The first pont of time I saw him, I saw something particular in his eyes. I cant say what, but they sparkled, which I still find strange ‘coz they were brown. Usually blue or green eyes draw people in, but the moment I looked into his eyes, I was smitten. Of course, that stud did not say everything to me. In fact, that dude did not show any interest whatever. Now, I thought I was gorgeous and fetching at the time, and lots of studs asked me out, but this Lothario…All this buck ever told to me was, “Hello,” “Goodbye,” “You’re on,” and “Good unveil.” That was it. During a year, I would do everything to catch his attention, which is why those photos remind me of him. I started by playing hard to acquire. Smiling, than looking away. Showing sufficient interest in him to make him think I wanted him, but not going any farther. After a week of this, I realized it would not work. I needed some other plan. So, I asked him out to lunch. Nothing raunchy, just lunch. This chab said me this guy did not have time. I asked him out again. This chab said this chab already had lunch plans. I asked him out once more, and one more time some other excuse. Nice-looking in a short time, I lost track of how many times I asked him to lunch and how many excuses this charmer gave. By now, I was despairing, so I started to costume sexy, at least I thought I was dressing sexy. I’d brandish as much of my billibongs as I could, and this chab would check out my legs. I’d wear hot nylons, and this chab would look the other way. I wore a fishnet body stocking one time and that charmer did not even glance. Needless to say, it was very frustrating. Plus, I was young and a bit immature, so I couldn’t accept that this chab just did not urge me. I didn’t understand. But, now I do. Some people are just made for every other and some aren’t. And, even if you think u are, the one and the other have to believe or else it won’t happen. I certainly believed, but this chab did not. Now, I often wonder about him. I haven’t observed him in years and, no, we never did go to lunch. The sad part was, the merely time this chab did unveil any interest in me was when he was engaged. I didn’t tell u that, did I? That Lothario got engaged. And, when that fellow did, that woman chaser started to talk to me. We would have chats — blameless talks that didn’t amount to anything, but meant the world to me. One time, this skirt chaser told me that this chab saw something and it made him think of me. This chab was really thinking of me. I thought there was hope. But, still, we at not time did everything. The worst part was, after a whilst, I didn’t even think of him sexually. I just wanted to get to know him. I know that sounds strange, because if he offered, I’d have gone anywhere and did everything that stud said. But, really, I didn’t think we would go to lunch and have sex. It was enough that we went to lunch and talked. I could ask him all kinds of questions. Adore, who invented liquid soap, and why? Why is the sky blue when space is dark? (Truly, I know the answer…refraction of light, correct?) I would have liked to have viewed if this chab chewed with his mouth open, or talked with food in his throat. If that smooth operator held my chair for me. If this fellow opened the door for me. If he ordered a Coke or a Diet Coke. If he wore cologne or was natural. If his hands were as tender as they were meaty? If…he liked me. I still wonder…and I think I will by no means know. Sometimes, now, I suppose I’m favourable. U watch, this chab was my dream…and how can a dream be real? The way I watch it, that smooth operator was consummate just the way this dude was. He was my fantasy come true, and he will always be that…up here. In my head. In my mind. In that infinite space where lost like becomes paradise found and is particular forever. In the land of fantasies, where we are all consummate and every pont of time is magical. Yep, I am a dreamer. I always have been. And, I am a hopeless romantic. I am sorry if I’ve bored all of u this week, ranting and raving about lost like. But, that’s how I am. I start thinking about smth and I cannot avoid. As so many of you’ve e-mailed me, you have detected that there is a lot more to me than just pix. I hope, throughout those talks, I am sharing some of who I’m with you and that way u can more magnificant understand me. I also hope I’ve not scared also many of you off. If I have, I apologize. As I am prone to say, please dont confuse my eccentricity with dysfunction. I suppose I’m as normal as the next person. Indeed, I know I’m. I know many of u have had experiences adore the one I described, cuz many of you are romantics as well. And now I’m going off to sleep, where my love will be there envisaging for me, as this buck is nearly each evening when I’m feeling lonely. We will walk barefoot, hand-in-hand on a secluded beach, then will will lay down in a green, mountain meadow, and we will talk. We will talk about nothing and everything and I will fall more in like with each syllable he speaks. I hope u have enjoyable fantasies, likewise. Chloe
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