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December 20, 2002

Kissed the bugs and made her cry

People keep talking to me; I'm starting to wonder if some misguided yet well meaning friend has paid strangers to help me overcome my phobia regarding same. Much the same way that my college roommate's boyfriend "helped" her overcome her fear of fire by holding her down on the bed and waving a lighter next to her face. If you can believe her that is but I believe everyone. Well anyway people keep talking to me and I cannot account for it. For example on BART, he said I'm stuck and I said I think this one is not a word and he said you're right and I said I used to do a lot of crossword puzzles. And he said I'm going to PHill and I said oh you look like an Orinda type you look too expensive for PHill. (He had a very small phone.) He said you have beautiful eyes and I said thank you. (I do have beautiful eyes, it's God's truth.) He said will you give me your number or maybe your email address and I said oh, oh, I can't. You can't he said. Right I said well this is my stop and yours too I guess nice talking to you.

Then today here's what happened. I was waiting on the corner and another man said smile it's Friday. (It is.) I said it's cold I hate the cold. He said I took the bus up we were on the same BART. I said oh uh huh. Well have a nice day he said hopefully. You too I said not having been born in a barn. That was about the size of it.

It's weird how you can go out in the world and it's like there's all these people there expecting to be interacted with. I am beginning to get used to it I guess. Confessing to this phobia seems to have done a good part in conquering it. Unfortunately that's not always the case, as witness the time I confessed my bug phobia to the Sicilian and he got mad and claimed he himself was afraid of nothing and did not understand it in me and refused to kill my roaches for me and made me cry. What was I thinking there I wonder, for all those months living with a bug loving communist.

Posted by didofoot at December 20, 2002 10:26 AM

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with each story of the sicilian, i hate him more.

Posted by: tracy at December 20, 2002 11:34 AM

i don't like talking to people either. luckily no one talks to me. apparently my eyes are not as pretty. but that's ok. i like it that way. people stay back! i say. grrrr-argh! back!

once though at the ren faire sean told me that my eyes were my best feature. he said this while studiously not looking at my breasts so i tended to believe him.

Posted by: michele at December 20, 2002 11:47 AM

i always liked your eyes. i wish my eyelids would do that thing yours do. but they wouldn't. sigh.

Posted by: didofoot at December 20, 2002 12:05 PM

my eyelids do something? wacky. and vaguely unsettling for some reason. all of a sudden i think they are living a life of their own and could at any moment pack things up and all i would know of there whereabouts would be gleaned from postcards a la the gnome in amelie.

Posted by: michele at December 20, 2002 12:21 PM

that is very gross. but i just meant the half-lowered thing they do. because mine are virtually invisible.

Posted by: didofoot at December 20, 2002 12:32 PM

I like your eyes very very much Michele, and you lying ho, I've told you that a number of times, also while not studiosly examining your breasts. Ya, they're great (your eyes).
-G

Posted by: gene at December 20, 2002 12:48 PM

i know you have. =) i was not fishing for compliments. i am already an eyeball egotist.

Posted by: michele at December 20, 2002 02:28 PM

I think I understand the sentiment, since Michele does have lovely eyes. Still, would it be less cool if he'd complimented your breasts while studiously avoiding looking into your eyes?

Yes, yes it would be.

Posted by: sean at December 21, 2002 09:00 AM

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