CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
He was so unbelievably beautiful, his eyes. His skin. I felt on the verge of total calm and about to faint.
He was at the Cat & Fiddle with Jesse and the three other men all wearing sport coats and looking dapper. I asked him if he saw signs. He does not.
But when he signed not_here_not_i's arm, he kept looking up at me which was beyond amazing so the jury's out on the whole sign thing.
We spotted him entering the bar as we were leaving. Before leaving I had promised this random dude we met from Brixton to give him a ride to Silverlake. So I saw not_here_not_i off to a tattoo parlor and went back to pick up the Brixton boy who was sitting right next to MOrrissey and his crew. Beyond awkward. Brixton announced he had scored some blow and wanted to get loaded his last night in LA and asked me if I could give him a ride to Venice Beach instead. After a less-than-intriguing conversation about how I am schizophrenic and single less than 10 feet away from Morrissey, I decided to bail. I was beyond shy. Other people did approach him though. One thing that kept me from saying goodbye or touching him, a handshake, ANYTHING, was that Brixton told me while I was gone a girl approached and was ridiculously flirty. When she left all the guys made fun of her, guy talk. ANother woman who was having her wedding reception that night begged him to do karaoke and he declined. People are retardedly bold. Even my PROTECT MORRISSEY instincts went into high gear when we first saw him. Not_me_not_i was facing him and asking him to sign her and I totally busted in between and said "JESSE! HI" and shook his hand. But Morrissey I didn't touch. I got a stupid hug from the Brixton boy who scored blow and asked me to give him a ride to the beach, but didn;t even touch my supposed soulmate? I just walked away, defeated.
He was so beautiful. LIke I'm kinda speechless to describe how appealing he is, so calm and alive, a sparkle in his eyes. Not dull like most people. And he's shorter than I thought. His final words to me was that my dog needed to pooh. I had my dog with me.
Lovely and sad for me, but still lovely.
He was at the Cat & Fiddle with Jesse and the three other men all wearing sport coats and looking dapper. I asked him if he saw signs. He does not.
But when he signed not_here_not_i's arm, he kept looking up at me which was beyond amazing so the jury's out on the whole sign thing.We spotted him entering the bar as we were leaving. Before leaving I had promised this random dude we met from Brixton to give him a ride to Silverlake. So I saw not_here_not_i off to a tattoo parlor and went back to pick up the Brixton boy who was sitting right next to MOrrissey and his crew. Beyond awkward. Brixton announced he had scored some blow and wanted to get loaded his last night in LA and asked me if I could give him a ride to Venice Beach instead. After a less-than-intriguing conversation about how I am schizophrenic and single less than 10 feet away from Morrissey, I decided to bail. I was beyond shy. Other people did approach him though. One thing that kept me from saying goodbye or touching him, a handshake, ANYTHING, was that Brixton told me while I was gone a girl approached and was ridiculously flirty. When she left all the guys made fun of her, guy talk. ANother woman who was having her wedding reception that night begged him to do karaoke and he declined. People are retardedly bold. Even my PROTECT MORRISSEY instincts went into high gear when we first saw him. Not_me_not_i was facing him and asking him to sign her and I totally busted in between and said "JESSE! HI" and shook his hand.
But Morrissey I didn't touch. I got a stupid hug from the Brixton boy who scored blow and asked me to give him a ride to the beach, but didn;t even touch my supposed soulmate? I just walked away, defeated.He was so beautiful. LIke I'm kinda speechless to describe how appealing he is, so calm and alive, a sparkle in his eyes. Not dull like most people. And he's shorter than I thought. His final words to me was that my dog needed to pooh. I had my dog with me.
Lovely and sad for me, but still lovely.
