Part Four: ...The Whole Wide World I Made Up
There was a French girl who set off the alarm at work. She was the prettiest thing I had ever seen, be it human, animal or mineral. Hands down. And she was French. She dressed better than anyone in the store, classic and subtle but each article of clothing seemed to be tailer made for her body on that day. She had twisting, shimmery brown curls that you don't think really exists outside of magazines. Her eyes were big and brown. Two Atomic bombs that blew out the back of your skull and imploded your chest. She was simply breathtaking. She was staggering, a living, breathing Gozilla of Wow and I was a stupid, little boy. The look she gave me, right off the bat, Not in a million years, you disgusting nothing.
I begged for more. I could have been beaten by that look all day and would want more. Her beauty and grace and incredibleness was puncuated by our huge class divide. She was up here, I was down there. The security camera exploded, the feeling so filled the room. I would never mingle with someone, someTHING, like her again.
So, she accidentally set off the alarm and I had to check her bag for whatever reason. And I felt so gloriously dirty. This was a girls purse I was going through. Probably bought in France, and here I was with my American fingers. I had no business being anywhere near this girls personal belongings and she had no reason to put up with me. She was of another world, beyond me and anything I knew of girls, sex, class, wealth and culture.
In a matter of seconds, and apparent to everyone on the island of Manhattan, I was encountered, tested and deemed completely undeserving of her very existance in my reality. There was nothing I could ever do to impress or interest her. And I accepted this. No girl or woman has ever been so clearly better than me in every conceivable way. The world stopped and the universe centered around me for a moment. God looked upon me and said Look upon The Truth which I have wrougt and tremble. And so I collapsed, crumbled under the weight of reality and glorious revelation.
And then she walked away. She had already forgotten my existance before she reached the tank top table. She would surely render dozens of more men asunder that day. Beauty and violence in the form of a French girl.
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There was a French girl who set off the alarm at work. She was the prettiest thing I had ever seen, be it human, animal or mineral. Hands down. And she was French. She dressed better than anyone in the store, classic and subtle but each article of clothing seemed to be tailer made for her body on that day. She had twisting, shimmery brown curls that you don't think really exists outside of magazines. Her eyes were big and brown. Two Atomic bombs that blew out the back of your skull and imploded your chest. She was simply breathtaking. She was staggering, a living, breathing Gozilla of Wow and I was a stupid, little boy. The look she gave me, right off the bat, Not in a million years, you disgusting nothing.
I begged for more. I could have been beaten by that look all day and would want more. Her beauty and grace and incredibleness was puncuated by our huge class divide. She was up here, I was down there. The security camera exploded, the feeling so filled the room. I would never mingle with someone, someTHING, like her again.
So, she accidentally set off the alarm and I had to check her bag for whatever reason. And I felt so gloriously dirty. This was a girls purse I was going through. Probably bought in France, and here I was with my American fingers. I had no business being anywhere near this girls personal belongings and she had no reason to put up with me. She was of another world, beyond me and anything I knew of girls, sex, class, wealth and culture.
In a matter of seconds, and apparent to everyone on the island of Manhattan, I was encountered, tested and deemed completely undeserving of her very existance in my reality. There was nothing I could ever do to impress or interest her. And I accepted this. No girl or woman has ever been so clearly better than me in every conceivable way. The world stopped and the universe centered around me for a moment. God looked upon me and said Look upon The Truth which I have wrougt and tremble. And so I collapsed, crumbled under the weight of reality and glorious revelation.
And then she walked away. She had already forgotten my existance before she reached the tank top table. She would surely render dozens of more men asunder that day. Beauty and violence in the form of a French girl.
Bonus Sexxx Tip: I have more posts than the entire SG World message board. What day for democracy!
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fenchurch:
Maybe.
fenchurch:
Yerm. That's kind of a tough call.