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It was a Frank Black show in San Jose. She was tall. I like tall. She's a brunette and exceptionally sultry. I think something in me broke. I went up to try to talk to her while she was buying a drink, and like froze. She was not just tall, but really tall. No I mean like six feet three inches tall. Did I mention: drop dead gorgeous? Like a model, but smart enough to like Frank Black. Could not speak. Near the end of the show I summoned all my courage to try to get her a drink. I talked her into a water. When I came back from the bar, I handed it to her. She thanked me and smiled. Her smile destroyed me. I was a broken little boy. I ran away. I am such a coward. I panicked. I had no idea women this beautiful even existed until I saw her. I want to cry now. I'm in the process of running a personal ad in the Crossed Signals section of the paper. It hurts.
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I have the same thing, except with a girl at work. She sometimes wears brown lenses and I die everytime I see her. I managed to give her a compliment aboot that today, at least. Gave me an endorphin kick, the brain rewards you for lokking upon a beautiful face. Has to be up front, tho, doesn't work in profile.
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As I recall, "Come with me if you want to live" worked quite well for Kyle Reese...
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Yeah, but look what Kyle Reese got out of it. Death and an annoying brat son.
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Sol: Frank Black does indeed rock. The Usual is a comparatively small venue (though, not as small as the High-School Multi-Use Room I saw him at last year) He put on a very excellent show, and in a way, I wish I hadn't been so distracted.
UM: It wasn't like that. It wasn't like she gave me a boner that wouldn't go away and I needed to possess her and do horrible wonderful things to her magnificent and enormous body. It was like a lightning bolt and I needed to do something, anything, but couldn't. Deer in the headlights.
David: Great advice, unless of course, your body goes into instant paralysis/convulsions and feel as though your tongue is approximately the size of a cantelope. I couldn't have said "Come with me if you want to live", if I'd wanted to. Brain-locked. It was bad.
TSN: Not quite a sprint, kind of a "Verbal" hobbling shuffle. Frank was playing the last song of his set (something I'd never heard before). I was going to try to talk to her again after, but chickened out because she was obviously busy talking to another (tiny tiny) man. You see, when he played Where Is My Mind? I could have been cool. I was in my movie. I was smooth. I was in control and could have talked intelligently on any number of subjects. Alas, she was out smoking (gack!) for the duration of that song. (Who can stay outside smoking when the lead singer of the Pixies is doing a spellbinding rendition of a death-rock classic?) Anyway, as described above, it was trainwreck city when I tried to summon that same cool one song later.
I should mention that this isn't the sort of thing that happens to me. I'm usually very calm cool and collected. I used to play bari-sax in a local art-rock band and go out onto a stage a couple nights a week and no problems like this ever. Last night was just panic. I could actually feel my kidneys straining as the adrenal content of my bloodstream set my nervous system on fire. Cool wasn't even within the realm of possibility. Bizzare.
Incidentally, here's my pathetic attempt to recoup the moment as submitted to the SJ Metro Crossed Signals personal ads:
Frank Black FanThe Usual. I've never set eyes upon a beauty to rival yours. Bought you water but was too transfixed to speak. Perhaps a different setting?
I'm not optimistic about the outcome, but she is quite literally the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have to do something now that I have somewhat recovered (body is still on high alert and I've been TOTALLY distracted all day.) I want to scream. I want to dedicate Gigantic to her from now until forever. I want to at least know her name. Pathetic, I know.
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"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" works so much better than "come with me if you want to live." ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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