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I am a patient man, virtuous even. Easy like Sunday morning. I prefer things to take a little time; I marinate my steaks over night. I don't rush. The people I meet are not always so inclined. I watched a woman walk around within my reach for months, yeah I'm talking about some woman again, get used to it I love em. I was satisfied with the way things were. Always could count on a nice conversation after work on a Saturday night. See, by that time she had a few cocktails in her and her shyness was usually washed away. I was fine with that few hours a week. Sure I would like to have more, but I was biding my time. Now, this went on for about six or seven months, and it almost got to the point where my geography was going to change, I was going to ramble on again, but I gave it a few more Saturdays.

One cold, icy, and very white night, towards the end of February I dropped in at Joanie's, and was pleased to find not only her, but also Mona deep in their wine. It was Kirby's birthday, He, Paul, and Celia were down the block, and we decided to head that way. Slippery, but we got to the spot, and walked in out of the snow. There was our birthday boy, and a few others with him that we knew. There was a guy singing "Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt", he was good, played the guitar very well too. Paul pulled out a harmonica and joined in, I was impressed.

We heard Mona sing the the Marilyn Monroe version of "Happy Birthday", and we had a few more drinks. She was talking, we were close together, and she looked at me and said, I'm single now, I immediately thought to myself, "not for long you ain't", so we talked about things, and she said the words that always damn any relationship I've ever known, "I think we need to take it slow", I told her that was fine by me, I preferred it that way after all, but I knew in my head that by her saying that we would be buck naked and wrestling before the sun came up. Sorry for the crudeness there, but hey that’s what I thought.

I tried to go home after the bar, and I tried to go home after we kissed on the balcony as the snow melted off of us, and I tried to go home after we claimed the bathroom and its locked door for our own. I also tried to go home after she got into the bed in the spare room, I covered her up, fluffed the pillow, and thought I was making my way quietly out of the room, but she heard me, and she beckoned for me to come back. Like some siren calling to a ship in the storm, I hit the rocks and sank fast; I was out of self control. My will power was just driftwood now looking for a cove to come to rest in. Patience is a lost art. I told her hours before when she made the mistake of saying we should take it slow, that every person who I had ever taken it fast with never lasted long, you start hot and you burn out quick. It didn't matter. It was a nice night regardless. It is amazing how quick the heart or maybe the mind can change. We had a sweet time. Months of chasing, months of waiting on both our parts. It was more of a relationship (the chasing) than the afterwards was. Now, it's like we started over. Except this time she ain't as interested, and I ain't either. A relationship doesn't have to last years to be something worth talking about. I've had lots longer that didn't leave me with as many stories to tell.

Love fast if you need to. The last night we spent together, was at her place, she called me around midnight, wanted me to come over. So, I did. It was cozy in her little house. We did the things people do after midnight, and we curled up on the couch, her in front of me as I sat up, we shared a cigarette, and she sang Aretha Franklin's "Natural Woman" to me. She says she can't sing, but it sounded like a Grammy winner to me. The moon was full, and it shed its forgiving light into the living room, it lit her face wonderfully, her eyes looked clear in the light. I put her to bed, and wrapped her up in my arms as I went to sleep myself. I slept well. In the morning I gathered our clothes and dressed us both. I told her I needed to head out. Had to do some things before work. I fixed her a glass of ice water, and asked if she needed anything before I left. She thanked me for the water and said she didn't need anything. I got one last kiss. I knew right then it would be the last night we spent together. I drove home happy anyway. A man needs to feel alive every once in awhile. He also needs to feel unchained. That’s a tough compromise.

Never make your move too soon. That’s a BB King song by the way, check it out. It is also good advice. Take it.

KB

Patience has its limits, take it too far, and it is cowardice.

~ George Jackson

Never was one for pictures, dad being a photographer and all, there is one of us somewhere, but can't remember who has it. I'll get some this weekend though; I hope. She dyed her hair, more reddish-brown now, looks good. That and I think she caught what I have, shes lost some weight (quit eating and stress, neither of which is what I have), still a tall drink of water regardless.

I could paint a better picture with words than the photo would have any chance of replicating.

magenta flame;623315 wrote: she sung a song to you? Really? for real? you sure? you're not just saying that? ......Like did you hear it with your own ears?







note to self: sing men songs if I want to get a root.


Reply coming, but it deserves a little more than a one word answer.

magenta flame;623318 wrote: Have you taken offense to that?


I don't take offense to much of anything, my grandmother called me pis s ant till I was sixteen years old. I just figured I would reply, give a little bit more.

Want it?

She sang a few to me over our relationship; I guess 10 months or so if you count the chasing time. Which I do because of the conversation, which to me is more of a relationship than anything else. You can't just belt out a tune here and there. Let me go smoke and I'll think on how to word this. Be right back...

It is like this, it is different for everybody, but one of the things I love is a woman to sing to me before we go to sleep. She knew and still does know that. It had been a long night, she had too much to drink before she called me; she usually did. We were done doing the things lovers do after midnight, and we were just simply lying on the couch, sober once again; me against the arm rest, sitting up and her lying against my chest. We shared a cigarette, and we talked a little as a CD played, it was an Aretha Franklin greatest hits CD; she loves Aretha. The song “Natural Woman started playing, and I will put the lyrics in here at the end. She stopped talking, and stopped trying to take more than her share of the cigarette. She started singing along; she always let me know she had no singing ability, but she sang this one and I felt it like it was physical.

It isn’t something you can do just to do it, and not everyone will want you to no matter how good or bad you sing. She knew I liked a woman to sing to me before sleep, and after she was done, I carried her to bed, and we slept.

I hope I get to hear another song from her some time down the road. Ms. Muse is a troubled woman, been through far too much and had very little time to be a child, was a woman way before she should have had to be. Most amazing woman I have ever met and I should have tried harder to keep her, but that is done now. Glad she is still my Muse, and has no problems with being such.

Ramble, ramble...

Here are the Lyrics, it is a sweet song.

“Looking out on the morning rain

I used to feel so uninspired

And when I knew I had to face another day

Lord, it made me feel so tired

Before the day I met you, life was so unkind

But you're the key to my peace of mind

Because you make me feel,

You make me feel, you make me feel like

A natural woman

When my soul was in the lost-and-found

You came along to claim it

I didn't know just what was wrong with me

Till your kiss helped me name it

Now I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for

And if I make you happy I don't need to do more

Because you make me feel,

You make me feel, you make me feel like

A natural woman

Oh, baby, what you've done to me

You make me feel so good inside

And I just want to be close to you

You make me feel so alive

You make me feel,

You make me feel, you make me feel like

A natural woman

It was a good way to put things to a close to be honest. At least she let me know I had done some good along the way. She is a great Mom, an awesome bartender, and a perfect Muse.

Now, I am sure you weren't asking for all of that, but you got it anyway.

KB

almostfamous;623327 wrote: You gotta watch that MF woman :sneaky: .. she'll try to steal your soul :wah: :-4











,,,,,, AF runs to hide from mags



Where's WonderWendy when you need her??:-3


Pfft, they all been trying to do that since I was a wee child.

I just wanted to be able to put my pic in my avatar, ten dollars is cheap for that kind of attention whoring.

I hear that men enjoy the chase more than the catch.This does not ring true here.You still seem to have feelings for this woman,why have you let her go????

Now, I don't come on the site much anymore. It's a great site and I decided to check it out today, being a slow kind of holiday at home.

I have to say, that is some nice story you've related. Made me stop and think, and appreciate the things you wrote, and appreciate the fact that you were so honest about the relationship. I liked it! Then I looked and saw that you're a Pisces. Uh huh.......we be good peeps.

Did someone say whoring???

I'm baaackkkk...Missed you guys...*pats AF on the head and tells her its gonna be okay*

Mia;623834 wrote: I hear that men enjoy the chase more than the catch.This does not ring true here.You still seem to have feelings for this woman,why have you let her go????


Oh, I didn't let her go really, she made her choice. She made the choice for me, and that is a long story, then I almost got married, then I didn't, and Ms. Muse is far from gone, she works right up the street, I will get to spend the day with her saturday as she pours me White Russians till I can't see straight, on the house, and then after I get a ride home and take myself a nap she will be getting off of work just in time to get the supper I cook for us, and be Kate (Tombstone reference) for me the rest of that night and all day Sunday. She, unlike a lot of the others will always be around. When I started writing again back in late March it was for her, told her I'd write a book for her, and I have managed 72k words, after revisions, and some things just for her. She will get her copy Weds. Its a long story, and I have food on the oven.

Nuthrday;624026 wrote: Now, I don't come on the site much anymore. It's a great site and I decided to check it out today, being a slow kind of holiday at home.

I have to say, that is some nice story you've related. Made me stop and think, and appreciate the things you wrote, and appreciate the fact that you were so honest about the relationship. I liked it! Then I looked and saw that you're a Pisces. Uh huh.......we be good peeps.


I appreciate the feedback, a story teller needs an audience to participate.

Wow, that was a lot of freakin commas; you can tell I could smell that omelet burning, and I still got to eat it you big G-bird.

Actually I did use the semicolon properly. It, regardless of rule, can be used in place of a comma. I used it there due to the excessive use of the comma in the previous statement. Grammar is overrated anyway. Now, kiss it.

You are quite a writer. I am very, very impressed. Forget discussing the subject... You have one hell of a command of the English language.

weeder;624225 wrote: You are quite a writer. I am very, very impressed. Forget discussing the subject... You have one hell of a command of the English language.


I thank you very much.