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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:07 pm
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Her named was Salmaria. According to her she had a bladder infection that had bothered her all weekend.
"How old are you, Damien?" "Eighteen Sal." "We could date you know, I thought you were only seventeen, and that would be illegal." "Ha ha, that we could Sal, that we could." "I'm glad I met you Damien." "Sal, I'm incredibly boring, trust me."
She giggled and smiled. Salmaria's smile was the most unnerving thing I'd ever seen; she has very angular cheekbones, so when she smiles it shows all of sher upper gum. It's like a shark smiling at you, just waiting to rend the softer bits of you from the harder ones.
"I really like those boots on you." "Me too, they're the only footwear I have." "No no, they match your character, they're all mysterious, when you walk down the halls they clunk all ominous like." "Sal, I'm an open book, there's nothing mysterious about me." "Would you ******** me, Damien?" "No."
She paused and shot me a hurt look. I looked back nonchalantly. A smile broke through and once again I felt like a very small fish in a very large tank.
"You said no, most people wouldn't say no. You're different." "I guess you have me there Sal." "If you'd said yes I would have thought about letting you eventually." "Good to know Sal."
We walked in silence for exactly three of my strides, five of her's. She broke the silence.
"You know you're my type, right Damien?" "Sal, you told me you were into goth guys who "lamented abou the exquisite tortures of life". I most certainly do not meet your standards." "Well I like depressed guys, 'cuz then I can snuggle with them and make 'em feel better." "Sal, I'm not depressed." "I know, you're a realist, I think realizing you can't do anything about the situations of the world is sexy."
This is when I stopped walking. She started laughing.
"No no, just joking." "About what, Sal?" "What if I wanted to ******** you?" "What?" "What if I pressed you against the wall and told you that I wanted to ******** you?" "I'd most likely start talking about music."
We parted ways in silence. Maybe she was serious, maybe she was just feeling me out. Although I'm considering studying up on my Bossanova information just in case.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 7:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:50 pm
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i think the fact that this is true makes it all the better.
of course, i'm grammar crazy, so here's a few things i saw:
"Salmaria's smile was the most unnerving thing I'd ever seen; she has very angular cheekbones, so when she smiles it shows all of sher upper gum. " - confuses me because you switch tenses. it's okay, i guess, but kinda bugs me.
"We walked in silence for exactly three of my strides, five of her's. " --"hers" is already possessive. there's no need for an apostrophe here.
"'lamented abou the exquisite tortures of life'. I most certainly do not meet your standards." --just weird because the lamenting part has the period outside the quotation marks (Europeans do this, I think), but everywhere else, they're inside.
that's really it. must be interesting being you--even if you're not interesting (which i'm sure you are, but for the sake of example...lol).
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 1:31 am
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