In my heavy dating period in the mid-1990s, I met a charming man who had a thing for words. He was a good writer but made his living as an attorney. His dad had been a news editor at a New York paper, and his visits to the newsroom there were resonant memories.
We were very attracted to each other, and after a while I realized that he would become most aroused while he was watching me writing.
So, as part of extended foreplay, when we would return from dinner or a show, or on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I would take out my computer and write something.
He would sit nearby, facing me and usually reading, and every so often he would look up and smile and I would keep writing and sometimes glance his way.
This was very hot. And very productive. I got lots of writing done –usually hack work like travel guidebook entries. Plus, it was exciting and stimulating, and often ended up satisfying.
This went on for months. And then I had no guidebook contracts. And I hit a writer’s block.
I tried faking it, and was pretty good at it, until one day he came around to read what I had written. And it was gibberish.
And things were never the same after that.
I tried, god knows I tried. But I became self-conscious, and he became less interested.
And three months after it began, it was over.
Sometimes when I’m writing a post, I think about what might have happened if OS were around then, and I could be posting all the time.
And he might be watching me right now ....
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xo I won't wish you to be well and happy, I know you are already.
Now that was a turn off..:)
HUGGGGGGGGGG
Rated for a relaxing back float.
And Seer, thanks. And thanks for remembering Marjorie.
I married the man who got turned on reading my thoughts on religion, philosophy and politics. But he was 8,000 miles away at the time, and could not see me type. He did, however, admire my typing skills in instant messenger conversations. I'm sure my lack of typos turned him on.
great story, lea. if anyone else wrote it, i'd know it was fiction. but you? ... anything's possible. :)
Did you ever think of wearing "cute outfits"??
:-) / R
or pay to track him down.
you write like a fiery gypsy queen
schooled in the etiqutte of emily post
with a sly wink to your readers
now.
immedicay will make a fellow inflate.
And Mary, I fake writing like I fake ... reading.
Loved this!
This must be the tra-la-la that you allude to in your bio. :)