The Umbrellas of SeattleShe went to Bruce Lee Memorial High School.
Then she got her four year degree at the
University of Washington (UW), also known
as Football University and The University
of a Thousand Years. Usually girls who went
to Bruce Lee have something wrong with them.
I know -- she is entering into a tenuous
romance with me; that is what is wrong with
her.
The most beautiful ones go to Roosevelt High
School. First Love attended Blanchet High School.
Second Love graduated from Queen Anne High School.
Third Love was one of those Roosevelt beauties.
Bishop Blanchet High School sent out a memorial
newsletter earlier in this current year of 2015
with a picture of First Love on the cover, and
my heart went pitter-patter. Third Love was
featured on both the cover and an inside page
of the Report to Bondholders for her alma day-job.
Second Love I have not yet seen as a Cover Girl,
but I did see her at the Starbucks Reserve Roastery
and Tasting Room on Mon.15.DEC.2014 just last year.
This new girl from Cherbourg Lane is very strange.
Most women in her age bracket have zero to 5% of
feminine sweetness, but Lanakins has thirty percent.
On Thursday I told Lanakins about Callista Carat,
who has one hundred percent -- but is not my type,
even though I spend my hard-scammed money on
Callista every time I see her. I want Miss Carat
to enjoy her four years in Seattle, and I would
gladly give her everything I own or am, but
Heaven forbid that Callista (or her father)
should find that out about me.
Monday a week ago I tried to make it my last
seance with Lanakins. Everything went so perfectly
that I did not want to ruin the sweet memory with
any sort of upsetting negativity on a re-treff.
I asked Lanakins if she would be around on Tuesday,
and she said no. I purposely avoided her on Wotansday,
so that I could forever remember how we stood surrounded
by pigeons on Monday and how we said our final good-byes.
But on Thursday Lanakins showed up unexpectedly and
we went through the vignette of a life-experience
that was straight out of a movie like "Les Parapluits
de Cherbourg." There were two benches, and Lana sat
on the further bench. I sat down with her, as far
away as possible, so as not to crowd her.
Lanakins with her thirty percent feminine sweetness
is beautiful in three ways. When her luxuriant black
hair cascades over half her face, she is beautiful.
Again when she puckers the fullness of her lips.
But she is most beautiful when she simply stands
there, petite, shapely, yearn-inducing. She pretends
to be interested in her cell-phone, but really she is
watching me feed spy-pellets to the pigeons. And that
scene was right out of a Karl-Spitzweg portrait, like
the gentleman in his chamber being watched by the
maid of Munich in her window of a neighbor building.
I can tell that Lanakins is waiting for me to make
so awful a blunder that she can send me packing.
She keeps putting me to the test, and somehow I
keep passing, just barely, each test. From one
session to the next she remembers the weirdest things,
like the fact that -- oh, never mind.
As Thanksgiving approaches, I am ready to use my
standard ploy on her. If she asks me what I am
doing for Thanksgiving, I will mope and mumble,
"Aw, I guess I will open a can of chili." That
line has never worked, but there is always suerte.
If we could just fast-forward to Valentine's Day,
then is when I am at my best. Three VD's ago, I
met the October 18th girl, and lomance brossomed.
Two Valentines ago, Miss Greyshade and I commenced
a custom of tightly embracing every time we meet.
When she chanced upon me last Christmas Day, she
ran over for an episode of "unsere beiden Schatten,
sahen wie einer aus," and I could not lose myself
in her sweet arms because my mind was racing to
find words that I must walk over and say to her
boyfriend to explain why she and I were locked
in tight embrace. As soon as she let go of me,
we stepped over to him and she introduced me,
but the young guy was not her boyfriend, he
was her father. Oops, I gotta go.
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