Six Months
Six months ago today (10th day of the month) I was about to leave a bar in Toronto when I did something I have done very rarely in my life -- I initiated a conversation with a stranger. After a brief moment of thinking my initial sarcastic/ironic comment--about there being no better way to spend an exciting evening than standing in the bar we were in--was received like a lead balloon, so much so any interest in me by this person evaporated, I realized there might be a language problem and I started again. I was no less ironic but I announced it and an evening of nice conversation (in which I introduced someone to several bad English words) and a warm hug good bye at the subway to end it ensued.
After a whirlwind romance of a few short weeks, he that is not here now, returned home to Korea.
On Wednesay despite the many and varied attemps I'm sure by the Korean post office, Canada Post, the VAT people in Korea and customs and excise folks here, a parcel arrived for me at work.
It's a lousy picture taken under such yellow flourescent light that it looks gold, not silver, but the ring in the picture was what was in that package. A 6th month anniversary gift from he that's over there.
Sigh, how nice. How damn, cut-through-my-cynacism, and make my heart sing NICE. Ain't love grand.
Whooohoooo!
PS -- the ring is silver with ever so sublte facets I guess you'd call them, with mother-of-pearl inlays. One of the inlays is lighter than the rest and finely etched in the mother of pearl is the word "favorite."
After a whirlwind romance of a few short weeks, he that is not here now, returned home to Korea.
On Wednesay despite the many and varied attemps I'm sure by the Korean post office, Canada Post, the VAT people in Korea and customs and excise folks here, a parcel arrived for me at work.
It's a lousy picture taken under such yellow flourescent light that it looks gold, not silver, but the ring in the picture was what was in that package. A 6th month anniversary gift from he that's over there.
Sigh, how nice. How damn, cut-through-my-cynacism, and make my heart sing NICE. Ain't love grand.
Whooohoooo!
PS -- the ring is silver with ever so sublte facets I guess you'd call them, with mother-of-pearl inlays. One of the inlays is lighter than the rest and finely etched in the mother of pearl is the word "favorite."
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Shiny ring, plush red background -- anyone else reminded of something?
"And in the darkness bind him!"
Hamish trust you to turn something lovely into something dirty. And by dirty I, of course, mean anything that involves Steve, darkness, and bondage. *sigh*.
it is lovely tho'. That boy is too good for you Heipel, really.
do i need a whip???...with love..HA!..
I don't think you're a real cynic, cos it's actually spelt cynicism.
but you are definitely sarcastic. lovely ring, by the way. the etched "favorite" is so tricksy!
You are going to spell fucking check my blog?!
Tell you what, you go start each sentence in your blog with an uppercase letter and we'll talk.
I am going to kick your retentive ass the next time I see you.
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