Well, for sure, it's not sunny this day--it's more of a neurotic grey fuzz that sort of slides all over the horizon. It's strangely invigorating--much like badly made war flicks. I am writing for if anyone does remember my dilemma with the girl with the fiery gown, well it was furthered yesterday as a group of my lads and i (including my younger, but equally disturbed and shy brother) visited the restaurant where my favorite girl works. A bad part about having a huge crush on someone in the food and beverage industry, is that it gets worse when their restaurant is really popular. Oh how sad it gets. The opportunities for dialogue are few, if any. Thusly, she is always so busy, and running around the place, though i do believe her feet don't touch the ground, for it's a simple hovering/goddess maneuver. Well to get to the point, we couldn't bring ourselves to stop her running around and randomly say, "you look mighty charming today, may I ask you to sit and have a coffee with me?". Though I wish it was possible, it was not, however. Upon seeing her the first time earlier this week, I made a guess at her name. I stated that she looked much like an Elizabeth--oh how I truly love that name, and all its various variations. Well, upon leaving last night, a chap of mine had the true courage to ask our waiter what her name was. "Excuse me, could you tell me what that hostess' name is, the one in the deep blue dress?" "Oh, that would be Beth, Beth Currasco" And at that, I simply smiled and walked out, lightly looking back at her and smiling. I don't believe she saw me, however. My friends and I just stood in the parking lot, them in awe at me for guessing her name, and me in shock that I had walked out of the restaurant without muttering a word. So now, I'm back at point A. Though I'd really love to ask her to sit down and chat, I don't believe I have that freedom. I hardly slept last night, love's hands around my neck, its knuckles white and relentless. So I thought I'd write her a letter, sounds reasonable right? Well I think the man said her name wrong (it's definitely Italian-based), so we sat, brainstorming, Caruso, Carrisimo, et al. Stumped we were. So now I have no clues, no avenues, no streets to walk happily down. Sorry for the rant, may all your days be saturated with fiery bliss. always, blake +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "nambling pambling rice pudding & crochet holiday camp +-+ +-+ gangwanking whimsy-thon" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+