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| Author: | _PLAY_ [ Mon Apr 05, 2010 11:15 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Lil Miss L.A. |
The wedding this weekend had me chasing down fairy tales and reiterating past lovers, lost relationships and un used glass slippers. The good, the bad, the down right psychotic and ugly ones and of course the loved soaked heart bending closeness you felt from the right one(s). The sincerity of a brothers wedding toast in a candle light room brought admiration, smiles and a little voice inside my head that said “I think he got it right this time” Vowels were spoken at a beachside union, now there was this reception on a Waiheke vineyard high up in the MudBrick hills. Overlooking several bays at sunset no less, this was the perfect romantic end. There is a cute and petite blonde, fresh in from L.A on the brides distinguished guest list. She had sweetly stumbled through a poem reading at the ceremony now was carefully sipping her champagne glass at a near by table. The options to carve out my own slice of romance on this night were slim. Don’t get me wrong, there was no shortage of beauty in the room. However the guests were almost exclusively married couples, brides to be or ravishing long term fuck buddies. L.A was hott, but far from the bell of the ball. I complimented her on her poem reading when I noticed that she was standing next to me at one point on the beach. She smiled and had said something but I couldn’t recall. When I noticed her at the bar on the vineyard estate I introduced myself and without hesitation insulted her dress in a joking manner. _PLAY_ “Hey I liked your reading and you look great today, but what the hell is with that dress?” Instantly disqualifying myself and sparking interest L.A lightens up and we begin a cheeky rhetoric. After five or so minutes we move outside and I isolate her to a seat in the rose gardens, for a cigarette. By this drunken stage there were well dressed buffoons tripping over foot high hedges around the estate, terrible dance maneuvers amidst the dining room and debauchery in all it’s form fuelled by far too much expensive champagne and home grown vino. I’d left my run on L.A a little too late, for I too was amongst the clowns. I could speak and see clearly but had limited control of my game. I remember we had a good dialogue going, this extended to the back seat of the last bus from the vineyard to the wedding resort we were all staying at. I know that I had tried to demand a kiss from her but was denied. I had barely made contact with her so I put this down to an absence of kinesthetic escalation. However L.A was still interested, as we piled from the bus into the resort parking lot there was talk between us of finding a jecuzzi and getting slippery together. When staff at the resort informed us that there was no such facility the bubble burst on any chance of fucking L.A that night. She and two friends were staying together and in my jaded recollection she kissed mo on the cheek and wished me a good night. Before I hit the pillow I remember falling through a garden, jumping over a fence and running my blurry mind over the chances of going back up the hill to L.A’s room and escalating properly. The factors for success this night were hedged, I could have had her but I didn’t The next day the bulk of the wedding party enjoyed an all day barbeque and booze marathon on the front yard of the Palm Beach family holiday home. Today L.A and I struck up another cute back and forth dialogue. I had her isolated again; however there was a lot of due diligence to be done and many an intruding conversationalist. I could have invited her for a stroll down the beach but my mind told me that pursuing anything of substance now was beyond the realm of possibility. She had already checked out of accommodation, was leaving the island in a few hours and I was flying home tomorrow. Later when she was leaving I was sitting in a group of eight family friends. She approached from behind and gave me an exclusive goodbye, the lean in and a soft wet kiss on the cheek. “Ahhhh what could have been with one more day together” The A380 bird back to Sydney was doused with high energy recollections and waves of nostalgic emotion. I’d ripped through a dusty box of old photo’s and letters from my early 20’s that had been stored at my fathers house for nearly five years untouched. All these girls, forgotten faces and close friends that meant the world to me back then are barely a part of my existence now. Most relevant to the weekend were hand in hand pictures and love letters from Dream Girl. Looking back when I’d first read these notes her words had washed over me like a blanket of cliché one liners. I’d never stopped to look in between the ink and touch on her true feelings. I was numb, dull and void of her emotion. But now I could see clearly that this girl truly loved me. In her own words “You are so in control of my emotions right now, I love you baby and couldn’t bare it if we were to break up?”. So what did I do in less than 12 months from the date of this letter?... While looking at our photo’s together my internal dialogue was screaming out “Why!?!!!” wondering why did I treat her like that? Why could I not see then what I see now? Why did she love me so much? The answer is not abundantly clear in hindsight. This is the journey I’m on now, chasing the rainbow, the pursuit. "A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever" |
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