My Two Current Crushes
Steven Levine
Blushing, I announced to the ex-officemate Bob this
morning that I am currently experiencing two giggly
adolescent crushes. "At *your* age!" Bob said, appalled,
and then started singing the "Isn't it queer" verse from
"Send in the Clowns." "Don't bother, they're here,"
I admitted, tunefully.
[Don't you wish *you* worked in such a fabulous
work environment? Bob and I now have private offices,
directly across from each other, and the other week Bob
suggested we simply erect a white picket fence down
the middle of the hall, since we speak across a virtual
one anyway.]
Both of my little butterfly-in-the-belly fugues are
hopeless, of course, but, alas, out of my conscious
control. They both center on unavailable gentlemen --
one gay but encoupled, one straight and encoupled.
I find myself awkward, even tongue-tied, around these
men. I think it's because spring is in the air, and if
Bob were here right now I would start singing "Spring Spring
Spring" from "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" (Oh the
barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy and the obvious reason
is because of the [Hi] season; Ma Nature's lyrical with her
yearly miracle; Spring, spring spring!)
So what can I do? To tell the truth, I really like wallowing
in this. My eyes are wide open and everything, but I
find I enjoy thinking about these guys. It makes
me smile. So I write this to soc.motss, to wallow about
it all in words.
One of these guys is a solid hunk of a trumpet player who
recently joined my band, having moved here to
be with his partner. It took a whole rehearsal season for
me to be able to talk to him (can you imagine?), and I
still find it almost impossible to talk with him without
falling so thoroughly into flirtatious mode that I'm surprised
somebody doesn't just slap me. But now that I've crossed
that hurdle I find he sort of flirts back -- he comes up and
whacks my drum, and touches me when he talks to me, and smiles
his big old charming smile. Sigh... We have marching practice
tonight, and if I'm lucky I may get to be directly behind him
in the rank, which provides a very pleasant if distracting
view.
The other situation is more problematic, and it involves
a guy on my Morris team. I first saw this guy about a year
and a half ago, at the local mid-winter "Ale" when all the
Morris teams get together for a day and dance around the
Twin Cities. He was dancing with another team at the time,
and boy did I notice him. It's not a straightforward lust
response, like it seems to be with the trumpet player. It's
more like a "Wow, this guy is *good*-looking!" instinctive
response. The "be still my heart" cliche came right to my
mind. I'm not alone in this -- even one of the straight
guys on the team noted to me once what a fine-looking fellow
this guy is. He certainly attracted the attention of the members
of the women's team on Mayday, several of whom made a point
of coming up to me and asking me who this good-looking new
Braggart was.
Anyway, last September he showed up at a Border Morris practice
(the winter group I play bass drum for), having decided
that our sort of dancing (raucous and vigorous) was more
what he was looking for. I could barely introduce myself to
him, and, as with the trumpet player, it was weeks and weeks before
I could hold a conversation with him. But I'm a realist at
heart, and all this interior nonsense pretty much settled down.
That this guy turns out to be a real sweetheart didn't complicate
things too much. No, really.
Then Cotswald season started, and I began to dance. This was
the first season on the Braggarts for this guy, too, but he
picked things up much more quickly than I did (I've since
caught up, almost). Since we were both new, we never danced
opposite each other (what I called "partnering" in a post last week).
Two weeks ago, however, we had both reached the stage where we
don't need as much help for certain dances, and there's one dance
in particular ("Waltzing Matilda" -- a stick dance) where we
find ourselves dancing with each other -- whacking sticks across
the set and jumping around in tandem. What this means is that for
the duration of the dance I have to look at him directly, work with
him, smile at him, enjoy him.
Be still my heart once more.
There is a recurring awkward moment before every performance.
Part of our "kit" (the costume we wear) is a ribbon band around
the bicep that needs to be pinned. This guy comes up to me every
performance and asks me to pin his arm ribbon on him -- which involves
sticking a safety pin through his shirt but not through his skin.
I stand there, our bodies right up next to each, holding his bicep
in one hand and a safety pin in the other. My hands practically
shake -- those stomach butterflies working their way through
my body -- and I do just a terrible job. And yet he asks me again
the next performance.
If I didn't know better, I might even think he was teasing me.
All told, it's a really lovely spring this year.
-Steven Levine
ste...@cray.com
Jack Hamilton
Steven Levine wrote:
>Oh the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy and the obvious reason
>is because of the [Hi] season; Ma Nature's lyrical with her
>yearly miracle; Spring, spring spring!
The sheep aren't sleepin' anymore! All the rams are chasin' ewe-sheep,
ll determined there'll be new sheep and the ewe-sheep aren't even
keepin' score!
Jack Hamilton
JTEM wrote:
>I'm sure this guy thinks I'm either the biggest asshole or that I hate
>his guts. I don't think I've ever willingly started a conversation (if
>they can be called that). When he's spoken to me I have been direct and
>brief, leaving little room for expantion.
Ex-pant-ion? Freudian slip if ever there was one.
JTEM
Steven Levine <ste...@cray.com> wrote:
>Blushing, I announced to the ex-officemate Bob this
>morning that I am currently experiencing two giggly
>adolescent crushes.
One, here.
>[Don't you wish *you* worked in such a fabulous
>work environment?
Yes.
>Both of my little butterfly-in-the-belly fugues are
>hopeless, of course, but, alas, out of my conscious
>control.
I know that song well and even find myself humming it quite often.
Darn.
> They both center on unavailable gentlemen --
>one gay but encoupled, one straight and encoupled.
For me he's straight. Not sure if he's coupled. I don't think he was the
last time I got to talk to him in the direction of that subject, but
things could have changed.
>I find myself awkward, even tongue-tied, around these
>men.
I'm sure this guy thinks I'm either the biggest asshole or that I hate
his guts. I don't think I've ever willingly started a conversation (if
they can be called that). When he's spoken to me I have been direct and
brief, leaving little room for expantion.
"Nice weather."
"Yes."
Once, exchanging a few pleasant words while passing, he haulted to talk
and I kept going.
Another time he walked passed me looking quite unhappy, and I surmised
that he was having car trouble. Did I ask? Did I offer to help? Did I
offer a ride? Did I keep on walking like a complete buffon because one
look at him and my pathetic excuse for a brain ceases all function?
Guess.
I know, I know, "What a fucking moron."
An adorable round baby face. Damn. I'm a sucker for a baby face. This is
slightly offset by the glasses. Glasses, to me, always made a person
look...don't want to say "intelligent" (though it's true, eyeglass
wearers seem to hate that for some reason)... glasses tend to make people
look more, um, "refined." Maybe "mature." This is helped along by the
buzzed hair and the whole thing balances out nicely as "youthful though
mature." He's not very tall, sort of adding a "boyishness" when coupled
with the adorable baby face, but again offset, this time by a strong,
sturdy build. Far from overly built, the squared off shoulders, the
wide chest, it looks completely natural. Think "Sherman tank." All guy.
All man. Man oh man! The voice is perfect too. Not overly deep and
*definitely* not squeeky. And the wrapping, yes, the wrapping. Immaculate.
Beyond perfect, the guy dresses immaculately. This is only ever enhanced
by the buzzed hair. He's among the chosen few that actually looks great in
a suit & tie. Yum.
I'm babbling, aren't I? I can tell.
> I think it's because spring is in the air,
Not here. It's been like this for, oh... on second thought, I'd better not
say.
>So what can I do?
For me, the "spring" thingie definitely helps. Oh yeah, my day still
doesn't start off right if I don't at least see his car in the parking
lot, but all those cute guys shedding a layer or two of clothing does give
me something else to, um, think about.
JTEM
Jack Hamilton <j...@alumni.stanford.org> wrote:
>Ex-pant-ion? Freudian slip if ever there was one.
Really? I would have bet ANYTHING that Freud wore boxers.
John
JTEM
Errr... let me try it again:
Jack Hamilton (j...@alumni.stanford.org) wrote:
: Ex-pant-ion? Freudian slip if ever there was one.
Lies! ALL! LIES!
I deny *everything*!
John
fafnir_saeuglingsheim
On 18 May 1998 21:52:31 GMT, in soc.motss, ste...@cray.com (Steven
Levine) wrote:
>Blushing, I announced to the ex-officemate Bob this
>morning that I am currently experiencing two giggly
>adolescent crushes. "At *your* age!" Bob said, appalled,
>and then started singing the "Isn't it queer" verse from
>"Send in the Clowns." "Don't bother, they're here,"
>I admitted, tunefully.
>
> [snip]
>
>So what can I do? To tell the truth, I really like wallowing
>in this. My eyes are wide open and everything, but I
>find I enjoy thinking about these guys. It makes
>me smile. So I write this to soc.motss, to wallow about
>it all in words.
Steven, sweetheart, the Barbara Cartland moments are MINE, MINE, MINE!
Please remember this in future.
>I think it's because spring is in the air ...
It's El Niño, but I'm blaming^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hattributing everything this
year to Jeremy Mallory.
Michael, too much the gentleman to mention that *his* fantasy will be
realized in 23 days, 18 hours.
--
Michael Palmer
Forisfamiliating Bovine Invigilators
Claremont, California
mpa...@netcom.com
Michael Palmer
On 19 May 1998 04:32:22 GMT, in soc.motss, jt...@tiac.net (JTEM) wrote:
>Jack Hamilton <j...@alumni.stanford.org> wrote:
>
>>Ex-pant-ion? Freudian slip if ever there was one.
>
>Really? I would have bet ANYTHING that Freud wore boxers.
You would have lost.
Michael
---
Michael Palmer
Famous Bovines International
Claremont, California
mpa...@netcom.com
Jack Hamilton
Robert Cumming wrote:
>> The sheep aren't sleepin' anymore! All the rams are chasin'
ewe-sheep,
> ^^^
>Sheesh.
Yeah, well, Broadway musicals of that era were rather relentlessly
heterosexual.
I thought it was slightly better than "with her little tail a swishing
ev'ry lady fish is wishin that a male would come and grab her by the
gills".
jeremy griffin mallory
FafnirSaeuglingsheim wrote:
: It's El Niño, but I'm blaming^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hattributing everything this
: year to Jeremy Mallory.
Can I put it on my CV?
Jeremy
fafnir_saeuglingsheim
Why sir, you may tattoo it on your aspidistra. Inspection at the
con.
Fafnir, plant-lover
--
Michael Palmer
Flashing Bovine Irrorations
Claremont, California
mpa...@netcom.com
astro-...@mail.geocities.com
One of the precious rare moments I found someone in the net
talking about something close to my heart and mind.
Made me smile as if nodding in approval.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us.
regards, Manos.
Ο Steven Levine έγραψε στο μήνυμα <6jqaiv$n5j$1...@walter-fddi.cray.com>...
>Blushing, I announced to the ex-officemate Bob this
>morning that I am currently experiencing two giggly
>adolescent crushes. "At *your* age!" Bob said, appalled,
>...
>So what can I do? To tell the truth, I really like wallowing
>in this. My eyes are wide open and everything, but I
>find I enjoy thinking about these guys. It makes
>me smile. So I write this to soc.motss, to wallow about
>it all in words.
>...
sh...@glib.org
jt...@tiac.net (JTEM) on 19 May 1998 02:04:28 GMT in
Message-ID: <6jqpbc$l...@news-central.tiac.net> wrote:
> Steven Levine <ste...@cray.com> wrote:
> >Blushing, I announced to the ex-officemate Bob this
> >morning that I am currently experiencing two giggly
> >adolescent crushes.
>
> One, here.
Me too.
I have had problems with clutches of various types recently. The cluthch on
the a/c in the truck seized up a three weeks ago, and destroyed itself, the
compressor and the belt - in a big puff of white smoke.
There is this CYT working as a gofer at the repair shop. Blond buzz cut,
blue eyes, willowy (I think - hard to tell in the baggy hockey shirt and baggy
jeans he wears.) Had a worried look on his very cute face. Nice phone voice
when I called about the truck.
Then, last week, as I was making my way around the Beltway to visit my
daughter in the hospital, I noticed that if the road started up a grade, the
RPM would suddenly shoot up to 4500 (from the 2200 or so for Beltway speed)
with noticeable slowing down of the speedometer. Slipping transmission clutch.
Back to the repair shop.
Chris is still wearing that worried look. He's wearing a Norwegian flag
baseball cap - thankfully not in the IQ reduction mode. Chris is still waay
cuuute !
Crush ? Probly not, but makes for some nice fantasies. <g>
And then there were two very nice pieces of eye candy yesterday, one at TRAK
Auto parts, where my daughter was buying oil for her car, and then the one I
saw in K-Mart and then Safeway. Both of them were "of Asian descent."
sh...@glib.org (Edward K Ricketts)
born with the gift of laughter, and a sense that the world is mad
- Rafael Sabatini -
JTEM
sh...@glib.org wrote:
: jt...@tiac.net (JTEM) on 19 May 1998 02:04:28 GMT in
: > Steven Levine <ste...@cray.com> wrote:
: > >Blushing, I announced to the ex-officemate Bob this
: > >morning that I am currently experiencing two giggly
: > >adolescent crushes.
: >
: > One, here.
:
: Me too.
Look! We have a lot in common. We should fuck or something.
: I have had problems with clutches of various types recently. The
: cluthch on the a/c in the truck seized up a three weeks ago, and
: destroyed itself, the compressor and the belt - in a big puff of white
: smoke.
- THREAD DRIFT - THREAD DRIFT - THREAD DRIFT - THREAD DRIFT - THREAD DRIFT
That reminds me. Why the hell did Chrysler see fit to design things so
that the a/c comes on AUTOMATICALLY when I turn on the defrost? Yes, I
know, cool air is dry air 'cus it can't hold the moister. Mixing the a/c
in with the defrost means less moisture so it can 1) carry away more
moisture from the windshield or, at the very least, 2) deposit less
moisture when all that warm air suddenly hits the cold windshield, cools
down a bit itself, and finds it needs to deposit that excess moisture
SOMEWHERE. Still, does it have to do it AUTOMATICALLY?
Most /normal/ cars these days have a seperate switch (or button) for the
a/c, independent of the heat & fan controls. The also tend to have smaller
engines than they did way back in the good ol' days. Smaller engines tend
to know when the a/c is on and, in turn, tend to let YOU know. How?
They have their ways. Less power, lower fuel economy...
Thanks to the blundering fools at Chrysler, for all intents & purposes I
have no defrost in any situation where I require all the power I can get
(on ramps, switching lanes,...). Worse, I'm taxing my a/c twice as much as
I am forced to run it through two seasons a year (summer & winter) instead
of the more usual one (summer). More wear & tear, higher fuel bills, less
power (or no defrost) at critical points.
IT'S A CRIME!
: There is this CYT working as a gofer at the repair shop. Blond buzz
: cut, blue eyes, willowy (I think - hard to tell in the baggy hockey shirt
: and baggy jeans he wears.)
We're a little "iffy" here. Personally, I'd say that "willowy" is only at
it's best on a real, um, "pretty boy." The more beautiful the face the
more "willowy" works. It puts the accent where it belongs. Not really
form, not really function, pure beauty. It tends to draw the eye upward to
the face.
: Had a worried look on his very cute face.
I'd melt.
: Nice phone voice
: when I called about the truck.
Yum.
: Chris is still wearing that worried look.
You'd look and I wouldn't be there, only a puddle to mark my passing.
John
Don Stubbs
JTEM wrote:
> Really? I would have bet ANYTHING that Freud wore boxers.
I'm willing to bet that Freud wore nothing at all under his woolen trousers.
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JTEM
Don Stubbs (dast...@SPFvisi.com) wrote:
: JTEM wrote:
: > Really? I would have bet ANYTHING that Freud wore boxers.
:
: I'm willing to bet that Freud wore nothing at all under his woolen
: trousers.
You're a stranger to circumcision. I can tell.
John