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Both male and female:
“Made to be Hurt.”
Gang shoves the two together.
We drink and don’t care.
Nor do they.
Are you reeling yet? Sicker?
Are they?
All still unafraid?
Labels: Fools rush in, foreboding, frightening experiment, manipulative, matchmaking, neurotic, relationship, sensitive
Wednesday, March 02, 2016
The Perils of Social Engineering
Awake simultaneously. And shocked!
“How much did I drink?”
“Well, nothing here.”
“I guess I should apologize.”
“Probably not. Nothing to do with you,”
whispers she. “That’s what I guess.”
She takes her cell from under her pillow.
Goes to the bathroom. Certainly not a
bad body, he is deciding.
Hear murmurs when she reaches THE BUREAU.
“Uh huh. Yes. All right then.” He gathers only
this conclusion as she opens the door.
“My Sailor was sent to your Eula.”
They introduce themselves. “The Naked
Introduction,” she muses, “I’m not used
to such.”
“Nor I. Let me assure you!”
“Well...she’ll have nothing to complain of in
the one area!”
“I...see.”
“Oops! A sensitive one. Look at that FACE!
I don’t mean that you...! I mean, WOW, like,
are you...CREATIVE!”
“Thank you. I try. Uh, where are my clothes?”
“They took them. And all mine. Fresh ones will
be here in two hours. Then a car takes us
to Department of New Couples.”
“There to nod to endless horseshit?”
“They try. Like us.”
“I don’t know how much trying I got left!”
“Oh? I’d say we both hold wonderful promise!
But right now, I make terrific eggs!”
Labels: controlled society, future couple, matchmaking, sex, social engineering
Sunday, February 01, 2015
Sentimental. Yet loud!
The dating questionnaire said nothing
about voice. And Rose was loud.
And her clothes too. The waiter shot
them a miffed glance, as if Cliff should
tone her down. The little rowhouse
restaurant had low ceilings.
He did get her to skip dessert.
“That's fine. I like talking better.”
She did that, while they walked along
the river.
He composed the usual email thanking
her, wishing her luck in her search.
But, couldn't hit the send button.
She's so so beautiful, he reasoned. Maybe I
could get her to...
He couldn't. "You're the Quiet Man, and I'm
Maureen O'Hara!" asserts she the next time.
But this particular redhead ratchets things up
a couple of decibels! he thought.
“Say it!” she intuited. “I'm loud! Mother and Dad
begged for mercy!”
“You're like Ethel Merman. Belting it out to the
back rows! But I’m in the front one. See little
ole me?” he waved.
“In...our own quiet times, should we arrive there,
you won't find me so.”
And he didn't.
Shortening things up: They eventually move in
together. Sparkling condo in the Old Rope Factory
Building. Jack Early, an old school chum, rents it
to him. “3C is my best unit. I'm 3D above you, and
if I killed an elephant, you wouldn't hear it!”
“Good, my Rose can get, uh, boisterous.”
A couple of months later, in the old freight
elevator that Jack retained for its grungy
feeling: "Do you hear anything from us?”
"Well, your Rose effectively defeated the
expensive insulation. But, I'm kidding,
of course. There's just a...sort of vibration.”
“Let me apologize.”
“Don't! It's most pleasant. And moreso since
I’ve met her a few times. She envelops! And I
mean that in a good way. It's like...I don't know...
love or something."
"Gonna steal her away from me?"
"Listen! Let me tell you the effect this woman
has had on me. My sister has tried fixing me up for
a year or so and I always say no. But not this time!"
Jenny proves as strident as Rose, and when they
eventually have them in for drinks, the men
smoke Cuban cigars on the balcony while the
women...well it resembles shouting.
"Wanna bet on the winner?" he asks Jack Early.
"I don't hafta. It's both of us!"
Labels: compatibility, dating, loud, matchmaking, quiet, relationship
