Waking up to Breakfast in my duplex apartment to the sound of Talk Sport Radio..& a cooked breakfast made by a gorgeous girl wearing her shorts and my Shirt. It would look so damn hot on her walking around bare foot. While i do my Patrick Bateman Exercise Crunches. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. (Gosh I’m more girly than you with all my products..well i got that paragraph from my favourite film and actor Christian Bale)..no peeping or else u can join me..oopz this aint fanfic this is formsprings lol.
Followed by a double espresso and Cigarette on the balcony with the slight breeze refreshing my lightly tanned skin. The weather outside was delightful. The rays of the sun were apparent with the rays warming the spotlight. Watching day time TV and Catching up on Mad Men while she watches Her fix of Merlin (Lol i fort of u because your d only person i know on here).
I'd get dressed, today I chose a grey suit, paired with a Slick Black skinny tie accessorised by my tie bar and snazzy pocket square and choose tanned Jeffery West shoes & Purple Antony Morato Shirt carefully ironed by my Fitty, now wearing her irresistible negligee. A black laced Bra with red hemming, One I chose from the delectable collection at La senza. While i check my Emails and organise any Meetings of clients I may have the following week, my attention is quickly drawn away and my eyes lustre upon the woman I talked about in the beginning of this explanation of what my perfect day would consist of.
She is casually coifed in a 60's Blue floral printed dress with a faded white backdrop and a ribbon (which would come in handy for later), Red Stilettos with a patterned rose on the edge paired with a glossy red hand bag. She looks vintage with a veneer of class and possesses suaveness & vitality only a woman of her diligence could attain. She walks towards me gaining in appearance as each foot crosses the other. The Sound of her heel touching the mahogany wooden floor would turn heads right across Broadway. As she makes her way to me and sits upon my lap with her luscious, shimmering legs crossed she seeks approval. I feel her well curled blonde locks and compliment her on the way she has styled it, gracing her set of diamond earrings with one fell swoop.
She stares me in the eyes and says wittingly as she makes a flirtatious fetching noise with her top lip landing on her bottom lip, " How does this shade look to you." It was from the Tom ford collection I surprised her with on our 4th meeting. A carved out box containing 12 pastel private blend collected colours, ranging from a Nude right through to a sexy siren Pure Pink ( That made me weak in the knees), toward a sensual dark rouge tone. In this slight instance she was marked in the Cherry Lush, any Bridget Bardot figure would kill for. I was amazed at how glamorous she looked that I had to taste from the cup of beauty and the temptation than hindered Adam & Eve. We embraced for a series of final keeping up of appearances and delved into a foray of sort after locking of the lips.
After I pick her up by the hand grab for my Overcoat and Bond Aviators, we look back at our apartment and leave for a drive into town. As it was my day off and the weekend swift approaching I fancied taking my Figaro out for a drive with the top down. Blaring out 60s song we made our way to the afternoon matinee performance of an American Literature classic I was so looking forward to see as I read the novel many years ago. Gloria wasn’t one for Theatre although she did love the bravado and banter with the regular acquaintances we saw each time with the help of some cocktails at the swanky bar. It took you right back to the 50s In New York. She loved her Gin & juice while I had a palette for Mojitos. It was something I was well accustomed to. The aroma of all that freshly squeezed lime and pestle mint was the highlight of my afternoon.
As the play whittled down, and we prepared to leave our well viewed seats in the circle we were both famished. We left the theatre and headed toward a fine eatery with window side seats. It was a mighty fine table with opulent views. It was pre booked in advanced as many young fellow take their hardbodies to entice them with such an appetite. For us it was a place to watch the world go by as two people who found what kept them happy and sane. To put it plainly, No strings attached friendship garnished with trust, loyalty and most of all making one another feel at ease. None of that love gibberish all the people succumb to. It wasn’t love at all. I recall on our second meeting, when the ice was more unless thawed and ready to melt away we had a rather interesting conversation which ran like this.
Gloria: SO you going to ply me with drinks and convince me what a terrible mistake I’m making.
Me: So, without making things worse, can I ask you a personal question?
Gloria : Don't you want to get a second drink in me first?
Me: Why aren't you married? As she was around 24
Gloria : Are you asking what's wrong with me?
Me: It's just that you're a beautiful, educated woman.
Don't you think that getting married and having a family would make you happier than all the headaches that go along with... fighting people like me?
Gloria : If I weren't a woman, I would be allowed to ask you the same question. And if I weren't a woman, I wouldn't have to choose between putting on an apron and the thrill of making my life and independence what I always thought it should be.
Me: So that's it. You won't get married because you find independence to be a thrill
Gloria : That and... I've never been in love.
Me: She won't get married because she's never been in love.
I think I wrote that once to sell nylons.
Gloria: For a lot of people, love isn't just a slogan.
Me: Oh, you mean love.
You mean the big lightning bolt to the heart where you can't eat and you can't work and you just run off and get married and make babies. The reason you haven't felt it is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons.
Gloria: Is that right?
Me: I'm pretty sure about it.
You're born alone, and you die alone, and this world just drops a bunch of rules on you to make you forget those facts, but I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow... because there isn't one.
Gloria: I don't think I realized it until this moment, but it must be hard being a man, too.
Me: Excuse me?
Gloria: Mr. Arshad
M: - Omar.
Gloria: - Mr. Arshad, I don't know what it is you really believe in, but I do know what it feels like to be out of place, to be disconnected, to see the whole world laid out in front of you the way other people live it. There is something about you that tells me you know it, too.
Me: I don't know if that's true. You want another drink?
Gloria: No. But you can tell your friends that you charmed me
Me: So I guess we'll be seeing each other again.
Gloria: I'll be back in my office Monday morning, do drop by for real meeting.
Me: I'd like that...call me
It was a funny sorter conversation which made her question who I really was. I mean we’d known each other about a year now and this second conquest kind of sealed the deal in my eyes. We both knew what we wanted, yet we both knew the difficulties in keeping things a yonder. However we progressed. Meetings became social, less formal. We’d have Pizza & movie nights, we’d go the pictures and do the mess around like love struck teen in the back seats. Many a nights we’d fall asleep on the telephone and have a vivid recollection of it in the morning. All the time we were spending apart had no resemblance on our ever growing, and I pause to stop myself from using the four letter foul word as this if ever pronounced upon the tongue would create a catastrophic end and plant a seed of scorn.
One time I was in a drunken stupor. I had lost my way a little and the ever present memory of a loved lost made me yearn for something tangible. I took a Taxi cab and called in on Gloria. She was shocked to see me in such a state. I knocked twice with my knuckle so cold I could feel the wood through the door. Dressed in her silk blue dressing gown she opened the latched door and let me in. I spoke with guilt, ‘I know it’s late I’m sorry,’.....Gloria ; ’I got your text’..... Let me in I said with my eyes crawling about the place. Gloria; “ are you okay” she uttered worryingly.. No.. I said with a long pause...Gloria: “ you look terrible like death warmed up”. ..”Can I get a drink?”....Gloria : Course ..As she went to get me a neat Johnny Walker I hurried about the place... She asked me if everything went well at the doctors and said she could get a friend to give me call for another therapy session. I’m fine I say as I take a less drunken swipe from my old fashioned crystal tumbler. My hair all over the show..I say “ my Skin feels rough and thoughts unclear”. Gloria replies with a sudden readiness...’I’m sorry. It hurts doesn’t it” ..Me: “What’s the difference...” Gloria: u don’t want to lose hope.
At this I see a crimson go light and approach Gloria and just Kiss her. She hastily replies...”come on don’t, what good is that going to do”..and I feel like a naughty school boy being put right.
She in her powerful demeanour replies with her hands by her side stush, “what is this , the solar eclipse, the end of the world, just do whatever you want.” Her words muddled me. “I don’t know!”
Gloria: “Your exhausted , you need sleep, you need your pills” ....Me: “I just need to sit down”..
As I sit down on her chaise lounge, I look into my drink and say sit with me. To this she questions why..and I anxiously put to her that I feel as if she’s looking through me from over where she’s standing with her arms folded. She denies this with I’m not! And gives a tut. As she walks toward me I hold my torn and tired face in my palms. Somehow the decor and lighting in her room calms me and bids me to speak.
“I don’t like feeling like this”. Gloria: “no one does.” I carry on. “I remember the first time it had.. I must have been 15. My aunt and all were on holiday. I remember thinking there letting me go through with this without a word. Everyone is hiding everything me from now. And then I looked back over and it happened again at 17 and I saw all the same things like some kind of domino effect. And I remember thinking I’ve just moved up a notch.
Gloria paused and putting her hands on her knees said that she never heard me talk so much before. As I moved to face her , she adds, “What do you want from me and nods her head.” I turned to her and say She knows , you know everything about me... to my surprise she disgusts me when she denies this and says vehemently “I don’t!”
I ignore her plea and sternness and reach for her chin and uphold her and kiss her in the mouth. At this she questions my actions holding my handing and feeling my breathe upon hers. “You don’t want to do this. Not like this.You have other commitments to other girls go to them. At this I sense her hidden jealously. I clench both of our hands and gasp, “Jesus, Gloria, this is it, this is all there is, I feel like its slipping threw my fingers like a hand full of sand.” I push her chest back and demand this is it, this is all there is as to which she cries with a sordid tenderness as her eyes light up, ‘ that’s just an excuse for bad behaviour. ‘ I challenge her on this and look indolently into her dreamy green grey eyes and command, “you don’t really believe that. “ At this point both are hot aired breathes grasp on another and I can feel her incessant heart beating. Our noses find each other like 2 mating insects mapping out their movements and at this instance we don’t hold back and kiss the taste of sweet youth before us. Her arm caressing my neck and holding it in place, I take and feel a quick stroke of her soft, golden blonde hair. Her head wilts back upon a read cushion and upon this mount of pleasure I pause. I hold back.
I look her in the eyes like a true gentleman and holding her tightly placing my hand on her upright keen & suddenly say with her hand upon my red hot cheek. “No, Not unless you tell me you want this” ... at this she glances toward my neck with her eyes wide shut and exclaims, in a sultry manner, “yes please” At this the essence and embodiment of consummation is complete. They just took their minds and had sex with their emotions.
This was our first entire moment of being so close together that all our problems had been passed over to another realm. It felt right, it felt unique it felt real, and to this day it is seared in my memory. We never felt out of touch, or as if that night of passion was a mistake. In fact it made us stronger ; yet love never lingered. If anything it never lingered because one day it would have been ripen and ready for a perfect life together, blossoming in all its glory and retreating all the dark days ahead.
That my friend was our little flashback and hindsight. We had ravished our starters, watered down our main and headed toward a splendid dessert followed by digestifs. We then went for a brisk walk hand in hand taking in the air and all its beauty. These days were hard to come by as the distance or the long drive that separated us and our busy working schedules would hinder us to spend all of our days with one another. That being said we were content with what we had and any more or less would spoil our routine.
Gloria was now 24 and I 28. She kept me young, she kept me alive. We never embarked on commemorating our relationship. Never once did we talk to one another about committing, yet in the depths of the cold darkness when the clock struck a lonely hour of 3am, I sometimes tossed and turned in my bed and wondered what it would be like to be bound to Gloria. I would close my eyes and imagine myself locked away in a sanctum and the only thoughts in my mind would be Gloria, and the only words parched on my lips would be to see Gloria. It would often send me to sleep, this was when we weren’t fallen to one another over the machine....Love through a machine....The ever depressing words of Athlete , half light would send me to sleep yearning for Gloria.
However today, the perfect day, meant no longing for Gloria, as she was the girl, the temptress, thefemme fatale that woke up beside and I am so glad we have a connection. Before it was her & I connected to a satellite or more accurately a server, and here today she stands beside me with her arm pressed tightly around my waist.
After the walk we decided we would spend the early evening shopping. We went across to town and tried on high end perfumes and aftershaves with which we showered each other in heavenly smells. We then tried on different watches and bracelets as I always fancied a Jaeger-LeCoultre Reverso Classique watch. On the far side I see a stunning ruby necklace and place it on the bare neck of Gloria. She gasps in delight and looks at herself assuring herself in the mirror. Oh you Beauty! Without hesitation I get it packaged and we head out to the Spa on d 14th floor of the Beetham tower and gaze dreamily into each other’s gleaming faces. The question arises on both minds, ‘How boring would life be without two people who fully understand the others needs, yet we don’t speak it.’ We do the full treatment, Sauna, steam room, I do 5 lengths of the Pool and Join Gloria in the Hot tub Jacuzzi filled with rose petals as we sip champagne and feed one another Delightful strawberries and pineapple. After 90 minutes of indulgence we both recover our senses with a full facial and Thai back massage.
Our minds are at one. Together souls in unison we drive back to the apartment and change into casuals. There is no shyness between us. We crossed that chapter early last spring. We strip off and walk about the apartment bareback and in pants. I make Gloria a hot chocolate just the way she likes it, marshmallows , whipped cream and a hint of Baileys Mint. I however opt for a Latte using an Italian coffee machine I found on my travels. I undo the balcony door and don my dressing gown and reach for a Sobranie Black Russian and smoke away in pure bliss. Gloria is partial to smoking however takes a few puffs from mine to calm her nerve ends and get into a relaxed mood. We could stay in and watch a DVD however Gloria has grown tired of my movie collection and wants to go see a Romantic comedy at the Cornerhouse. I would rather see a foreign language film but because I had my say at the theatre she has hers.
It’s a diplomatic arrangement we have. Some friends amongst us joke that we are the cohabiting couple and expect little Scarlett’s and Tommy’s running abiout the place sometime soon. We just laugh these comments off yet I can’t lie to you dear reader the thought had crossed my mind. And let me tell you one thing. My dear Glory Gloria is of the brooding type. When she went over last Christmas to see my nephews and Nieces she was in awe and joked that she can’t wait to have ours. I just looked at her in total shock and a cunning horror.
We left for the movie, I in my Polo top and Beige chinos and White Pumps and trim leather jacket and Gloria dressed down in Leather leggings, and a Pink printed vest T shirt , the pure pink Lipstick I so fondly had a thing for, light blue eye shadow and a hint of mascara. Her slender neck covered by a Louis Vuitton scarf with Cute Leather jacket and Green stilettos. Oh my she was like a walking picture post card.
As the Dark Dawn and the moon lit night drawn ever deeper we reached home. The film was passable and all in all we had a superb night. We even stopped off for a midnight snack of Chinese. Gloria still unfazed & looked a splendid treat. I however was vaguely fatigued and went to freshen up. As I came back undressed into something a lot more comfortable I reached for a Beer and put on some mellow music. I dimed the lights and sprung myself on the white leather custom made sofa and began reading a Fitzgerald Classic. As I got into the conquest of Poor Gatsby and the love unconquered by himself and Daisy I saw Gloria take me by the hand and asked me to undress her and put her to sleep. I shut off the Lights and put on the bedside table lamp and began reading her The Beautiful & Damned. At this she asked me to make Love to her and this is where the story began. 2 Hours Later
Well Love is a glittering Lure. But there’s the rare occasion when the world can be engaged on a level beyond any feeling. If they have a sentimental bond with another. Are at peace with one another. The most important idea in relationships is the discovery of something new and uplifting. It Creates an itch. You simply present your thoughts and ideas in someone. But there is a deeper bond with a human being. Nostalgia.
It's delicate, but potent. "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.
What would your perfect day look like?
No comments:
Post a Comment