"Aye, mate," one fella once elbowed me, "uncharted waters..." and he pointed at a woman bypassing our table.
i did not even bother to look, and just sipped from the wine. then a mellow scent flushed me, and i could smell the sweet smell of a shampoo tinkered with smoke.
my wineglass stopped at midair, and i sniffed a wee bit more before the scent was gone.
"womanhood," he patted on my shoulder, "it's a siren that will drive you mad."
i placed the glass on the table, and a thought creeped into my mind. "do i need women or A woman?"
"look," the guy started, "relationships are not something you can map. the topography of relating to one another becomes a lost land or you fall off the map."
i nodded my head. "this is just bullshit," the thought swirled in my head. "but i am single," i thought to myself. "why the heck am i single?"
"people who know themselves are most comfortable with that," the fella kept on, "but in relationships you can't be comfortable, otherwise you become familiar with yourself and then you are not in a relationship, but rather living with a clone."
but i was just looking for an answer. "i am single, because..."
the guy was still signing to me. "see, you live with yourself so long, until you become, unconsciously, a circular personality - going over and over your own routine. relationships break that internal mode of repetition."
i stared back at him and said, "i don't know where you get that stuff from, but relationships are not some voodoo stuff with mystical dimension. you don't hook up with some chick and get beamed up to another sphere of adventures!"
he turned silent. sipping his beer, he looked back at me and said, "you just know too well, what it is like, to be with yourself, ain't that so?" he threw a few bills and walked away.
i tipped the glass until the wine in it twirled. another woman passed me, and i could smell, for few seconds, a tender scent of perfume. i pulled out a bill, threw it on the table and walked outside.
the night embraced me altogether.
i did not even bother to look, and just sipped from the wine. then a mellow scent flushed me, and i could smell the sweet smell of a shampoo tinkered with smoke.
my wineglass stopped at midair, and i sniffed a wee bit more before the scent was gone.
"womanhood," he patted on my shoulder, "it's a siren that will drive you mad."
i placed the glass on the table, and a thought creeped into my mind. "do i need women or A woman?"
"look," the guy started, "relationships are not something you can map. the topography of relating to one another becomes a lost land or you fall off the map."
i nodded my head. "this is just bullshit," the thought swirled in my head. "but i am single," i thought to myself. "why the heck am i single?"
"people who know themselves are most comfortable with that," the fella kept on, "but in relationships you can't be comfortable, otherwise you become familiar with yourself and then you are not in a relationship, but rather living with a clone."
but i was just looking for an answer. "i am single, because..."
the guy was still signing to me. "see, you live with yourself so long, until you become, unconsciously, a circular personality - going over and over your own routine. relationships break that internal mode of repetition."
i stared back at him and said, "i don't know where you get that stuff from, but relationships are not some voodoo stuff with mystical dimension. you don't hook up with some chick and get beamed up to another sphere of adventures!"
he turned silent. sipping his beer, he looked back at me and said, "you just know too well, what it is like, to be with yourself, ain't that so?" he threw a few bills and walked away.
i tipped the glass until the wine in it twirled. another woman passed me, and i could smell, for few seconds, a tender scent of perfume. i pulled out a bill, threw it on the table and walked outside.
the night embraced me altogether.