At the very least, he could have passed for his fraternal twin. Gave me a bit of a jolt when he walked into the non-nutrional food shack. But I recovered quickly. Cool like that.
As, I utilized my excellent peripheral vision, my cousin nudged me.
Her: Lisa, he looks like your friend...
Me: Ummm yeaaah...
And we do that little eye bucking "what in the fuck?" thing.
Me: It's not him, but damn if he ain't a reasonable substitute!
So I steal a few more glances; ignoring her suggestion to take a pic with my phone. And I will engage in this Mata Hari shit, why? For posterity? LOL. Shall we not take the objectification to unreasonable levels?
Besides, I would have needed an astral recorder to capture the vibe he was giving off. At one point he caught the covert eye hustling and this one glance gave me a zing! that was like...wooo chile. Wow. Remarkably close to the way the real thing feels in my innerspace. Thought I was gone get squishy in my foxy-hole for a second there. Umph!
After one last look, I hustled myself out of there. In the parking lot, my cousin goes on and on about the similarities. Tells me to go and push up and/or get another look. To which I reply, "Hell I can go home and stare at the pics I got there!"
Her: But this one you can touch!
Well damn...she had a point. Dare I draw nigh to the fire?
As we're pulling out, I see a billboard with the word "desire", surrounded in neon green glow. I smile...
then frown.
Aye yo Spirit! Don't you start up with that desiderati shit again!
I'm over here tryin to chill.
Posted by Lisa at April 18, 2008 12:28 PM