She steps onto the dancefloor. My heart's racing. Sweaty palms, lips slightly trembling. Nerves crackling...But that's inside. She looks at me with a sexy confidence that says, "I'm here, you're here...why wait..." I get lost in her eyes. Her hips sway. I sway back. She says I'm sexy. Sexier than her. That I'm not, but I appreciate the words... The music swells and she smiles at me and I know, "It's gonna be a long beautiful night......."
.......
I have the weekend off. This never happens. And I've got a ton of shit to do, but I need to just...chill, and be. Me and my city. My friend Yelena and I decide to go to the "Mermaid Parade" at Coney Island. It's possibly the last parade ever, being that those bastards in fancy suits are tearing down the island after this summer. "The last summer as classic Coney Island," or so they tell us over the loud speakerbox screaming into the mid-morning sun. Yelena's a good friend, and plays the part of "wing man" often (as I do return the favor). So I invite a girl to come with us. And not the one that I just recently gave up on pursuing (fantasies should sometimes just stay fantasies). As they say, "The moment you stop looking..." Well, look what I just found.
She's Puerto Rican and Asian, long brown flowing hair, killer smile, dark eyes, and the softest hands you might ever miss the opportunity to feel. You, but not me. She said yes, and went with us down to the Parade, which was fun; entertaining in that "look what New Yorkers do just because they can dress up..." kind of way. We walked the beach for the rest of the day, only stopping to eat and comment on two fly fisherman, who we imagined talked to each other in Russian accents...
Then we head home, I changed and headed out to a club. She asks to leave her purse at my place so she doesn't have to carry it. Smiling wryly, I say yes, of course you can.
.......
I awoke this morning with still the same feeling of longing to search for what exactly I'm doing with my time, why I'm not advancing and moving forward faster in my career, and still stressing about my film. But it's somehow...okay, for now. For the moment. I look next to me. She's still sleeping; eyes clothes, her naked body shimmering in the early morning sun. It's not love, or lust, it's happiness ... I am...happy. Content. Even if it doesn't last. She's here now. She likes me. And I like her. And she turns over to face me, eyes barely open due to the sleep not yet wearing off of her, and smiles. I kiss her. And she...
....she's here.
.......
I have the weekend off. This never happens. And I've got a ton of shit to do, but I need to just...chill, and be. Me and my city. My friend Yelena and I decide to go to the "Mermaid Parade" at Coney Island. It's possibly the last parade ever, being that those bastards in fancy suits are tearing down the island after this summer. "The last summer as classic Coney Island," or so they tell us over the loud speakerbox screaming into the mid-morning sun. Yelena's a good friend, and plays the part of "wing man" often (as I do return the favor). So I invite a girl to come with us. And not the one that I just recently gave up on pursuing (fantasies should sometimes just stay fantasies). As they say, "The moment you stop looking..." Well, look what I just found.
She's Puerto Rican and Asian, long brown flowing hair, killer smile, dark eyes, and the softest hands you might ever miss the opportunity to feel. You, but not me. She said yes, and went with us down to the Parade, which was fun; entertaining in that "look what New Yorkers do just because they can dress up..." kind of way. We walked the beach for the rest of the day, only stopping to eat and comment on two fly fisherman, who we imagined talked to each other in Russian accents...
Then we head home, I changed and headed out to a club. She asks to leave her purse at my place so she doesn't have to carry it. Smiling wryly, I say yes, of course you can.
.......
I awoke this morning with still the same feeling of longing to search for what exactly I'm doing with my time, why I'm not advancing and moving forward faster in my career, and still stressing about my film. But it's somehow...okay, for now. For the moment. I look next to me. She's still sleeping; eyes clothes, her naked body shimmering in the early morning sun. It's not love, or lust, it's happiness ... I am...happy. Content. Even if it doesn't last. She's here now. She likes me. And I like her. And she turns over to face me, eyes barely open due to the sleep not yet wearing off of her, and smiles. I kiss her. And she...
....she's here.
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daniyell:
hey look, you're famous 
daniyell:
why weren't you online last night. HUH?! out getting some with your new girl again? 
