Caledonia was one of those girls who made strong demands on her lovers. They had to look nerdy when they pointed those two staring eyes at her. Her body always made eyes stare. She liked their heads to be decorated with a baseball cap, and the back of the neck shaven just the day before, so she could run her fingertips against the prickly fuzz that sprouted there. They must have a timid disposition, for it was her habit to sneak up on them and pounce, usually while their thoughts wandered - she loved the startled reaction. They must be all thumbs and thin-lipped because, honestly, what girl could resist the feel of thumbs all over her? Or thin lips exploring her? The moment she spotted a specimen, the perfection of all her desires, she knew. She held her fingers in the shape of a heart and peered through at him, her way of symbolically declaring him fair game. But it wouldn't last long. After the first few hours the sterility of perfection always began to bore her.
Story #332
Thanks for all the stories you guys/gals wrote. They have been reposted at indeterminacies.blogspot.com. This story is also an answer to River's tag with the perfect lover meme. The first five people who read this are hereby tagged (I've tagged three myself - Bar of Soap, The Devil, and Lula):
1. Come up with 8 different points of my perfect lover.
2. Mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.
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How could he have forgotten me? It was the most important drink of my life and he acts like he didn't even pour it. Who is this man? This man without a name? I have to know. I'll follow him everywhere. I'll know his heart. Know who he knows. Know his name and age and language. Someday, when I find a camera, I'll take pictures just...like...this.
It was a slow day at the park for Bob. He was sitting on that park bench, crushing people's heads between his fingers, but it didn't seem to have the usual thrill after awhile. From another bench came Gina, who came up to Bob and said, "I know what you're doing, and you're on MY turf."
Bob feigned confusion. "Who are you, and what do you think I am doing?"
Gina leaned into his face and said, "I am Gina, and this is MY park to crush heads in!"
Bob said, "I'm Bob, and I've been coming here for months, so it's my park. So you crush heads too?"
Gina sneered, "Don't make me have to crush YOUR head, again. It's MY park."
Just then Bob caught sight of a young man who was dozing off on another bench and he said, "Okay, Gina, there's only one way we can settle this. See that kid? Let's see who can crush his head the most."
She looked over and raised her hands, "He's MINE!" In one heart-shaped motion both thumb-and-forefinger forceps gripped the kid's head.
"Not so fast," he replied and secured the kid's head between his right thumb and forefinger, and began crushing.
They both sweated and groaned, crushing and crushing until they both were breaking a sweat, and the boy nonchalently rose and walked off.
Winded, Gina sat down next to Bob and said, "Damn, you're quite the adversary."
Bob caught his breath and said, "I've never met a woman like you, Gina... would you like to go to that cafe around the corner? We can take turns crushing heads."
Gina smiled and said, "I get the first one."
[Cultural reference: The Kids In The Hall's "Head Crusher" character.]
It was the beginning stages when infatuation was sweet. When her heart drummed wildly at the thought of seeing him, whenever the phone rang or she pictured his smile.
It was at least six months before love broke down, before she lost interest and Saturday nights were just another night at the movies with a small popcorn. It was before his jokes fell flat and the sound of the laugh brought irritation.
Right now it was the beginning stages when infatuation was sweet and when she looked at him all she saw was love.
I tried to love him again and again. I looked at him from the front, from behind and from the side. But in vain. Maybe if I draw the right spell around his form, I will hypnotize myself...
I just popped in to see what was up. I've got nothing for this pic.
River: I was thinking all weekend what story to write, and how to get out of this tag ;-) I finally decided to kill two birds with one stone.
Doug: Love (lust?) and obsession come through perfectly.
Mushroom: This was really entertaining and quirky. That's the perfect lover, someone you can crush heads with.
Still Life: You're story picks up where mine left off, and tells it beautifully. Wow!
Viruswitch: And yours is the perfect antithesis of mine, or vice versa.
Joe King: I admire your vivid use of language. It really makes the story live.
Jamie: You don't need to apologize - I'm honored that you just stop by to read. I hope you had a great weekend!
That was one nice stone! I usually escape tags myself ;) but this one was more interesting to do than most. I really like the story too...That bit about shaved napes, so true.
Nice collaboration!
Caledonia sounds like a praying mantis. I thought this was going to go in some direction of that kind, but no, you remain unpredictable.
River: I've been by several blogs that did this meme, and the posts are all remarkable.
Still Life: I think it was a great round, too.
Mrs Weirsdo: I guess I pulled a fast one on you. You were expecting something surrealistic. ;-) I'm not sure I know much about praying mantises (sp?) anyway.
I was expecting the same as mrs w.
I will now need to get my thumbs in shape.....might be a better way to choose them. ;)
Alice: I do so love it when I've been able to surprise you.
Everybody: Next story will hopefully be Wednesday - it's getting harder to write daily stories. It takes a lot of thought to fool Alice and Mrs. Weirsdo.
She really is a picky person. What if the guys don't find her attractive? I bet she gets pretty huffy then!
Don't you need to answer the questions yourself in order to pass forward a tag? ;-)
But my answer is hidden in the story ;-)))
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