Friday, November 02, 2007

Holding Her Glass Near Her Lips

She arrived with a bottle of Kahlua, as she had promised. We were going to have a Black Russian afternoon pajama party, just the two of us.

The day was nice and chilly, perfect for staying in. Skies were gray and rains came and went, whenever it felt like it. Even the weather was lazy. I had the radio on but at a low volume, just the right amount of background music.

"Pajamas?" I asked my young, new friend.

She smiled and raised her backpack. "Where can I change?"

I pointed to the guest bedroom.

She handed me the bottle. "Make the drinks."

I am still amazed at the efficiency of our conversation. We've been talking so much since we met, but I feel that we use so few words. At least, in general, in the sense that we don't chit-chat, don't waste words, don't fill the silence with chatter. We end up sharing so much more, stories, ideas, feelings, memories.

Great conversation is such a turn-on.

Later, we settled in the camel-back couch facing the bay window. She wore this big, big shirt and nothing much else. I told her that our conversations are so familiar, that it reminds me of my once-best-friend, the one I fell in love with long ago, when I was about her age.

"Are you falling for me?" she asked, holding her glass near her lips.

"That's what I mean," I said. "I love how we talk. I haven't had this in a long time. Too long."

"You didn't answer my question," she said.

"I know," I said and finished my drink. "Do you want another one?"

It was a lazy afternoon. She read my Calvin and Hobbes while massaging my feet, and I sketched her. I like drawing her cheeks, her delicate nose. It was a perfect afternoon.

News on the radio said that the weekend will bring more rain.

7 comments:

joy-joy said...

was it you who left a comment? thanks for taking time to correct some errors in my post. if my assumption is wrong, then please ignore this message.
btw, i love your posts.

Laced Fantasies said...

Thank you for visiting my blog. I like yours to... Very suggestive. It leaves me thinking "what really happened?"

wensleydale said...

joy-joy: Oh, no, it wasn't me! :-) I wouldn't even dare correct you. I'm glad that you like my posts.

laced fantasies: Thanks for dropping by!

Jhamy whoops! said...

i like your posts too..
:)

kaso mejo bitin nga lang ung story.. he he..

ekim said...

hooha! your blogs are great! i supposed and wish that ur not a bi, the way u wrote seems ur so lovable and a person w strong personality. hope we can hav a talk someday.

wensleydale said...

Hi ekim: My love doesn't choose a gender, only the person. And yes, I am definitely lovable. :)

geek said...

This is a good literary piece. I'm just wondering how true this story is.

Is this creative non-fiction or fiction? Well you don't have to answer that, if you think I'm invading your privacy.

I love how the two characters are so comfortable with each other. I think that's what we're all looking for in a partner (ideally) -- someone we're in love with or just someone we can freely talk to.

And I like the ambiguity of the ending. Good job!