On a pretentious weekday evening Oyster Seeker and K went out to shop for Enlightened. In an attempt to show the futility of Oyster's challenge, she was wielding her way into killing the mystery that he thought surrounded her.Truth, as she believed, was a detonator of romance or sexual intentions. As the curtains dropped - it was fantastic to find a shame-less, matter-of-fact person who (at least on face value) appeared genuine. Honest, skin peeling laughter surrounded them as cordial barriers shattered into a million pieces. Aware that he would never see her again in the same light, with the same intentions and the same curiosity of a man walking in wild woods - she gave in. It was a victory over something far beyond a man. It was like facing herself in full mental nudity and liking it! Their conversation was animated and as his hands swung all over the place - she knew she would bite them off someday!
They were sharing naked moments - both had involuntarily stripped bare their inner lives, thoughts, desires and self-concealing worldly acts ... just that one time - there wasn't a gender game being played.
K found the something very familiar with the way they were - like Hank and Dagny. There was raw filth in what they spoke, the way they unconsciously held each other for fractions. There was an open display of sexuality - a challenge of each others smart-ass natures... both weren't born yesterday. He realized that he was in for someone worth the effort. In his abandoned laughter, she saw a man that was and a man that could be. It was a familiar flash that changed the way she looked at a man and the way he looked at himself. She knew he would drown, but that was a story for another day.
While they walked through her favorite lanes, crossing Ravissant, she recalled the first sneek meet and how she had felt as if she had returned to college. The juvinile game of 'hide-and-seek', of stolen kisses, of bum-chum back-slaps... How the familiarity of knowing a different side of a person changes the parameteres of looking at the same person as the one one knew before.
There was a politics she was experiencing - it was what Stanley Fish had said in one of his essays. There was an over looming umbrella objectivity and beneath that a sensual hiding of a secret. A secret caught in a glance while walking across a clinical space. They would look into each other and 'know' the space between the line of vision made everybody around them invisible.
It was a night she enjoyed, it was a night she would eventually not remember, but there was something K did not want to forget about this man. She did not want to waste her time, and he in all probability would turn out to be that - an interesting adventure with no goals to achieve, no point to prove.
For now, she licked her berry gelato and smiled at the thought of Drama King knowing her whereabouts he would be screaming "Pfone Seaxxxxx."
