It's really too bad that most of the romance movies that come out are either 100% chick flicks or "a romantic comedy where <NAME> learns the true value of <THING>."
So, the girl that I have a major crush on here (who I have not mentioned here or anywhere) introduced herself to me. We'd been seeing a lot of each other lately. Small nods, perfunctory (or maybe not???) smiles in the hallway under the subdued though serene flourescence that both symbolizes and sheds light on the dullness of a corporate job, a totally innocent and arbitrary encounter in the cafeteria, things like that. Increasingly of late. With more warmth and comfort with each nod. I could see it in her eyes and manner too, it wasn't just me.
I found myself on the elevator this morning, both of us about twenty minutes late though I could not tell you exactly as I had no concept of time just then and hadn't regained any sense of it until way later. And "found myself" is disingenuous because when I saw her far ahead of me I quickened my pace. That's how I "found" myself there. By purposely putting myself there to begin with.
And then I got in, turned to face the metal doors, and tried not to breathe or look at her if I could help it. Of course I had given her a curt nod and a tight smile as I walked in, which I tried not to communicate anything with at all. And I thought it worked, but then I regretted the coldness of my manner. But as I stood there silently chastising myself and trying to identify the correct or proper behavior I should have exhibited, she spoke to me. "I don't even know your name," she said. I knew hers. I had overheard it once and then it belonged to me. But I was new and there was no occasion for her to learn my name.
So I swung around - slowly - to face her. I hoped (and still hope) that I communicated none of the lust and longing that was screaming behind my normally transparent face. Whether I did or not, and whether she noticed or not if I did, doesn't seem to matter. I was surprised that she looked down at my...groin. Surprised, enticed, allured. But she was really trying to look at my ID, clipped to my belt. In vain because it was turned the wrong way, so she couldn't see. Good thing too because that picture is wholly unflattering. She looked up at me then, I extended my hand, and gave her my name. And then we spoke about what departments we were in. Or rather we stammered. I stammered, I know. But I heard her stammering too. Or maybe that's all I could hear at that point. But nothing she said registered. Only her face. I still have no idea what she said. And I hardly care.
And then later - again, innocent and arbitrary - we met on the way back from lunch. "Lunch?" she inquired.
"Yeah." I paused then, frowned looking for sometihng else to follow "yeah" with and then finally after a pause that did not at all excuse the following question: "You?"
"Yeah, just a quick fifteen minute lunch." By then we had reached the junction that led to my department one way and hers the other and so she said "well, enjoy."
And I stammered "thanks, you too," and gave her my most winning smile.
I have no idea what lunch tasted like, even though I'm staring at an empty box that a sandwich was in an hour ago, but this was my best lunch here yet.
It's really too bad that most of the romance movies that come out are either 100% chick flicks or "a romantic comedy where <NAME> learns the true value of <THING>."
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Edit: Carrie Fisher trying to gun people down with an M-16.
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Hahahaha
Nicely done.
I "loved" the snap fights in West Side Story.
All we need now is extreme "ruff rider" type gay man ass sex on stage.
Bear Cave on Ice
Lumberjacks and Jazz Hands
Bathroom Foot-Tapping: The Musical
You fail.
I saw Blues Brothers 2000, really!
Does that make it better?
It has a splatter zone for goodness sakes.
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that's an offesne punishable by death in some states
That might make it worse.
Do you also have to kill a puppy to achieve orgasm?
Well Wozzeck is German expressionism
Take that
In fact, go watch the stuff they did for SNL instead. So much awesomeness, it made me love the person who showed it to me.*
*did not work out, unfortunately
Also the gender thread is confusing the hell out of me. It would probably serve me well to take a Gender Studies course at some point.
Sig'd.
Singin' In the Rain was awesome, I don't care what anyone thinks about that.
Andrew Lloyd Weber can choke himself on horseshit and die, kthx.
West Side Story has awesome music because Bernstein is the best person who ever lived. Ever.
And Little Mermaid is the best movie ever.
I found myself on the elevator this morning, both of us about twenty minutes late though I could not tell you exactly as I had no concept of time just then and hadn't regained any sense of it until way later. And "found myself" is disingenuous because when I saw her far ahead of me I quickened my pace. That's how I "found" myself there. By purposely putting myself there to begin with.
And then I got in, turned to face the metal doors, and tried not to breathe or look at her if I could help it. Of course I had given her a curt nod and a tight smile as I walked in, which I tried not to communicate anything with at all. And I thought it worked, but then I regretted the coldness of my manner. But as I stood there silently chastising myself and trying to identify the correct or proper behavior I should have exhibited, she spoke to me. "I don't even know your name," she said. I knew hers. I had overheard it once and then it belonged to me. But I was new and there was no occasion for her to learn my name.
So I swung around - slowly - to face her. I hoped (and still hope) that I communicated none of the lust and longing that was screaming behind my normally transparent face. Whether I did or not, and whether she noticed or not if I did, doesn't seem to matter. I was surprised that she looked down at my...groin. Surprised, enticed, allured. But she was really trying to look at my ID, clipped to my belt. In vain because it was turned the wrong way, so she couldn't see. Good thing too because that picture is wholly unflattering. She looked up at me then, I extended my hand, and gave her my name. And then we spoke about what departments we were in. Or rather we stammered. I stammered, I know. But I heard her stammering too. Or maybe that's all I could hear at that point. But nothing she said registered. Only her face. I still have no idea what she said. And I hardly care.
And then later - again, innocent and arbitrary - we met on the way back from lunch. "Lunch?" she inquired.
"Yeah." I paused then, frowned looking for sometihng else to follow "yeah" with and then finally after a pause that did not at all excuse the following question: "You?"
"Yeah, just a quick fifteen minute lunch." By then we had reached the junction that led to my department one way and hers the other and so she said "well, enjoy."
And I stammered "thanks, you too," and gave her my most winning smile.
I have no idea what lunch tasted like, even though I'm staring at an empty box that a sandwich was in an hour ago, but this was my best lunch here yet.
So does a Gallagher comedy special, or any Nickelodeon event.
You meant "it's Evil Dead for goodness' sake!"
And in all of Cook County. Where Blues Brothers 2000 wasn't even filmed. Fuck that shit, disrespectin' my hometown.
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If you like German expressionism you must love Die Tote Stadt.
Ahh yes the movie about a young woman changing herself forever to be with a man. So liberating.
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If that movie doesn't put a smile on your face, check your pulse.
Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Have you seen Say Anything?
What the hell dog.
Drez has a cruuush~
That's really cute, Drez
Into The Woods and Reefer Madness (Showtime, 2005) are probably my two favorite musicals to date.
No, No, Nanette is my least favorite.