He stood in the Starbucks line, saw the candy canes at the registers, the snowflakes on the paper cups, and thought about Shirley Temple. A lustrous alchemy of talents, she was -- singing and dancing her way across movie screens seventy feet wide, no less a genius than Marconi(more) or Martha Graham, with her halo of curls and that lollipop voice.
As far as he was concerned, Shirley Temple was the patron saint of Christmas. The perpetual orphan lifting everyone's spirits the minute she walks into the room. Her parents are killed in a circus accident, a plane crash, a card game gone wrong, and a minute later she's hoofing it up a staircase with the butler, singing about eating her spinach.
Good fortune, resilience, redemption -- that's what the holidays were all about.
But in his heart he knew that Shirley Temple was evil. Because when the holidays ended, the country would always slide back into its grim routine. Doubt and betrayal, violence and germs, poverty and insignificance, the whole noxious whirl of unstoppable decline. For decades, people had taken comfort in Shirley’s promise of how things might someday be. When instead, they should've been taking note of the way things really were, and doing something about it.
She belonged on a wanted poster, that girl. But people didn’t see it. All they saw was a cute kid, tap dancing.
He ordered the seasonal brew, knowing it would taste like every other Starbucks coffee, bitter and burned and way too hot. Maybe this was Shirley’s fault too. Or maybe he just didn't have a palate for the subtleties of the bean. (less)
You stand there looking mightily perky,
just you and your super beef jerky.
You are so saucy,
I would love to take you for coffee.
And your wavy russet red hair just makes me crazy!
Maybe on our first date I will give you a daisy . . (more).
Through the grape vine I hear
that you prefer swilly Heineken beer
and that you are highly allergic to any blossoms.
I found out you are nocturnal and like to play with red eyed possums.
Being in a band, I can understand.
I still feel an urge to chat,
even though you handle animals that look like rats.
You have taught me some small life lessons
some of which might get me to heaven.
I lust after the idea of you,
like a kulepjalyhlno stew.
I think you’re cute
but after this,
you might think of me as a sour lemon fruit.
She stood at the bar waiting for her drink. What had she ordered, I wondered to myself? I had missed her entrance, she seemed to have just suddenly appeared. I wouldn’t have been able to hear her voice at that distance, in any case.
(more) She held a slim, light blue patent leather clutch in her left hand. A beautiful hand, diamond shaped. Her skin and dress and jacket, all the same color. Strikingly, all the exact same color. At the Sherwin Williams I think they’d call it “Eggshell”.
I was trying to find her shoes in the crowd of footwear at the end of all those legs waiting for drinks at the bar when I noticed her looking at our table.
“That’s Deborah,” Smitty informed me, “She might come over to say hello.”
“The Deborah you liked from Omaha?”
She had a nose that sliced the air in front of her. This seemed to make it effortless to pass thru the room almost as if she wasn’t moving.
“Yes,” Smitty answered, “But I don’t think it was ever going to work. I mean she’s great and she’s cute but…”
“She ordered red wine at this bar. That can’t be good,” I interrupted.
“I don’t think she drinks much,” he said, “I’ll introduce you if she comes over.”
Had he noticed that I couldn’t take me eyes off of her? That she was already at our table?
She sat down next to me and asked,
“So, how long have you known Smitty?”
Uh oh. (less)
I was thinking if I took the plastic thingy off my phone it might work better. 'Work better', would be anything less than six minutes to dial a phone number. It would be a 'mood thing' I'd be counting on for that to make an improvement. My phone would(more) just have to like feeling naked and decide to cooperate as my reward. I can't see any genuine speed encumbrance the clear plastic protector provides. And I like it because it's much easier to get sand and smoothie drips deep within the real estate, I often wonder what my phone is working on in there, while it's not working for me, while the glaciers are melting and new rock strata is forming. I wonder if the EMF government is parachuting in to my packet strands, commandeering RAM and bandwidth right out of the sky; I have a conspiracy to blame and not my shitty ass phone. But I like it. I'm lucky to have it. It looks like a maxi-pad. It's psychological.(less)
Today was important, because I finally got my fat paycheck and was in desperate need of a few... things. I didn't even stop by my home after work, I figured, "What the heck," and went to the nearby ramen shop to eat out.
(more) While stuffing the noodles in my mouth I felt my pocket buzzing and quickly sent a reply back, "Meet me in the bar at 7." Blech! Oops, almost ate my hair again. I really need to stop multitasking while I eat.
Hearing giggling, I turned to my right to see a woman sitting next to me. Way to go, man, embarrassing yourself in front of cute women again. "You got a little something," she remarked casually, touching the side of her cheek to show. I quickly wiped it off and gave a smile.
"Thank you," I replied. "Seems I wasn't quite done with that last strand of hair." She giggled again, brushing aside her own beautiful black hair as if learning her lesson. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, which was a little uncommon in these parts. She must be from out of town.
"Say, today is my first day being here." Bingo. "Would you care to... show me around?" Finished with my food, and still smiling, I stood up from my seat.
"You're cute, but I already have a boyfriend." She didn't respond at first, but then a knowing smile crossed her lips.
You're cute but there is something else I have to say.
From the deepest part of my soul does echoes of your love touch me through the day. Like the crisp sun raining down the warm summer heat... to where our compassion wafts dreamily into midnight beat. Yes, I(more) do have something to say-
You're cute but please wear deodorant.
Your love is not the only thing that is pretty damn strong.(less)
"I'm sorry Cody. You're cute but...I just don't like you like that..." said Sharon Paige, the girl of my dreams. That was what she told me in 5th Grade. What I told her next sealed my fate.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!" I begged loudly. "I(more) WOULD DO ANYTHING. JUST NAME IT, I WILL DO IT FOR YOU!" I was grabbing onto her shirt with tears in my eyes. I really would do anything for her. It was then that I noticed that someone had dropped some candy on the ground.
"Oh sweet, M&M's!" I picked them up and ate them. I then saw the look on her face. Disgusted. I knew that my chances with her were over. Surprisingly, she had a smile on her face. And yet something about her grin seemed a bit off...like there was some malice in it...
"H-hey, that's pretty funny, and cute too." she said in her pretty voice.
"R-r-really?" I stuttered excitedly. "I can do it again you know!" I took out some cheese sticks from my pocket, unwrapped them, and threw them on the ground. I then picked them up and began to eat them.
"Aww, don't hurt yourself." she told me. "Hey! I gotta show this to someone!" she then called out for all her friends to come and watch, other bystanders also arrived to witness me make a fool of myself. "Okay, you can resume."
Willing to appease her I ate more food off the ground, I even took a few grains of sand and ate them. I didn't mind. She was paying attention to me, acknowledging me. That's all that mattered. Since then she made me do this a lot. Sometimes she'd get paid money to ask me to do it.
Every Friday night the seven of us got together. We met at the park as the sun started to set and sat on the tops of the picnic tables, just shooting the breeze. We didn’t do anything bad, we were together so we were safe, and it got us(more) out of the house. The chance to get out with friends was more precious than anything, and none of us had money to go anywhere else even if we wanted to. But this Friday was different. This Friday seven was down to two, just me and John.
“Well. There’s no point staying here. Want to walk?” John asked from his place leaning against one of the tables.
“Sure. Just down market street?”
The twins, Tom and Will, were at their grandmother’s funeral. Rachael had a new job and the training night was tonight. Mike was at a rock concert with his cousins and Lisa…
“I can’t believe that Lisa is out on a date.” I said, sticking my hands into my pockets as we walked side by side down the sidewalk. “We didn’t even know there was a guy that she liked and now she’s on a date with him.”
“If you want revenge, we could go on a date and not tell her.” John said, his voice teasing.
I laughed and teased back. “Boy, you’re cute but not that cute”.
He had fallen behind and stopped walking. “I could be.” When I turned around his face was serious for once and I was surprised to realize that he was cute.
I walked back to him. “I doubt it.” I joked, kissing him before he could reply. I had the feeling that Fridays would be different from now on. (less)