Juliette Lewis (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lewis_juliette) wrote,@ 2004-08-24 12:09:00 |
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Getting to know you
It's taken me this long to get my thoughts together, and that can be taken as a compliment. That night I was half expecting to go home alone, icing down my knee in the back of a cab while Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" played in my head as the closing credits of my night rolled by. But the evening took a turn from a'ight to all right when I saw him in the crowd. After about a month dropping hints as subtle as a sledgehammer he came. Thankfully, it wouldn't be the last time.
Oh, I played it cool, although you wouldn't know it with my lunatic giggling. I only hoped that was just in my head, but what can I say. He had me at "hi." Now that he was in my sights, I couldn't take my eyes off of him if I tried. So I did the rockstar thing and exchanged a backstage pass for some backstage passes.
We shared a bottle of vodka, but it was his voice that intoxicated me, not to mention his eyes, mouth, nose, chest, shoulders, stomach, and his laugh. Oh, that laugh that washed over me like...well, like smooth vodka. I wanted to hear more of it, so I did everything in my power to keep him laughing. It wasn't hard, since I let myself just do what came naturally. Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it.
Naturally, we ended up in Compton stuffing ourselves with sugary treats and burritos. Naturally, I peeled out of my jumpsuit to give the security camera a show. Naturally, I felt the urge to run my hands over his skin. Naturally, I wanted more of all of the above.
No need to set the mood--that was pretty much set in stone already--we drove quickly to the closest place available. The complete seediness of it made it that much better as we laughed ourselves sick over the thought of every possible scenario that had taken place there, or that was still taking place. The stench and the grime polluted already filthy thoughts. We started fast, but not fast enough. Trying to catch our breath, we subsequently took it slower, catching each other's instead.
I've now got his number on speed dial. I know he's got commitments, but there's nothing wrong with mutual stalking now and then, is there?
It was a pleasure to meet you.
It's taken me this long to get my thoughts together, and that can be taken as a compliment. That night I was half expecting to go home alone, icing down my knee in the back of a cab while Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" played in my head as the closing credits of my night rolled by. But the evening took a turn from a'ight to all right when I saw him in the crowd. After about a month dropping hints as subtle as a sledgehammer he came. Thankfully, it wouldn't be the last time.
Oh, I played it cool, although you wouldn't know it with my lunatic giggling. I only hoped that was just in my head, but what can I say. He had me at "hi." Now that he was in my sights, I couldn't take my eyes off of him if I tried. So I did the rockstar thing and exchanged a backstage pass for some backstage passes.
We shared a bottle of vodka, but it was his voice that intoxicated me, not to mention his eyes, mouth, nose, chest, shoulders, stomach, and his laugh. Oh, that laugh that washed over me like...well, like smooth vodka. I wanted to hear more of it, so I did everything in my power to keep him laughing. It wasn't hard, since I let myself just do what came naturally. Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it.
Naturally, we ended up in Compton stuffing ourselves with sugary treats and burritos. Naturally, I peeled out of my jumpsuit to give the security camera a show. Naturally, I felt the urge to run my hands over his skin. Naturally, I wanted more of all of the above.
No need to set the mood--that was pretty much set in stone already--we drove quickly to the closest place available. The complete seediness of it made it that much better as we laughed ourselves sick over the thought of every possible scenario that had taken place there, or that was still taking place. The stench and the grime polluted already filthy thoughts. We started fast, but not fast enough. Trying to catch our breath, we subsequently took it slower, catching each other's instead.
I've now got his number on speed dial. I know he's got commitments, but there's nothing wrong with mutual stalking now and then, is there?
It was a pleasure to meet you.
