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I've been talking to a guy online through Orkut for quite some time and we are on the same forums often. I really enjoy the way he thinks and I like debating things with him. Today he was in Boston and I decided not to go to work so I pinged him and we met for lunch. At least, the plan was to meet for lunch but sometime after this incredibly attractive geek walked up to me time started to fly and next thing I knew it was 4:30pm and looking ominiously like rain. This was after good food, better conversation and some random wandering. We both went to Tealuxe and that place makes me happy. But mostly it was amazing to meet him. His thoughts were so refreshingly new and hopeful. He kind of reminded me of me. We both were incredibly attracted to each other and there's this part of me incredibly happy that I saw him. We have plans to see if we can't get together again in the city.
While in Harvard Square we went to the Harvard Square Bookstore. I picked up a book of short stories for a dollar that are in the process of making me happy...and so here is a quote that I wanted share (It's my journal and I can do that if I want!):
...not a man calling to say I like yr ass but one of those shining new women, luminous, tough, lighting right up from inside. one of them. or some of the wrecked old women I know, too late not to be wrecked, too many children torn right out of them, but still, I like the wrinkles, I like the toughness of the heart. one of them. not one of those new new new girl children playing soccer on the boys team for the first time. young is dumb. at least it was when I was young. I have no patience with the untorn, anyone who hasnt weathered rough weather. fallen apart, been ripped to pieces, put herself back together, big stitches, jagged cuts, nothing nice. then something shines out. but these ones all shined up on the outside, the ass wigglers. I'll be honest, I don't like them. not at all. the smilers. the soft voices, eyes on the ground or scanning outer space. its not that I wouldnt give my life for them, I just dont want them to call me on the telephone.
from the new womans broken heart by Andrea Dworkin
While in Harvard Square we went to the Harvard Square Bookstore. I picked up a book of short stories for a dollar that are in the process of making me happy...and so here is a quote that I wanted share (It's my journal and I can do that if I want!):
...not a man calling to say I like yr ass but one of those shining new women, luminous, tough, lighting right up from inside. one of them. or some of the wrecked old women I know, too late not to be wrecked, too many children torn right out of them, but still, I like the wrinkles, I like the toughness of the heart. one of them. not one of those new new new girl children playing soccer on the boys team for the first time. young is dumb. at least it was when I was young. I have no patience with the untorn, anyone who hasnt weathered rough weather. fallen apart, been ripped to pieces, put herself back together, big stitches, jagged cuts, nothing nice. then something shines out. but these ones all shined up on the outside, the ass wigglers. I'll be honest, I don't like them. not at all. the smilers. the soft voices, eyes on the ground or scanning outer space. its not that I wouldnt give my life for them, I just dont want them to call me on the telephone.
from the new womans broken heart by Andrea Dworkin
