Sunday, September 04, 2005

Every Stone a Story

I just got back from dropping the Professor off. We went to the new used bookstore on 8th and wandered through that while she told me of her painfully slow seduction of a potential 58th lover. Here's how my seduction attempts go. I drink--a lot--then drink one more just to be sure. I show up at your house, either alone or with someone in tow. I either make googly eyes at you all night while hoping that you notice me and like me better than the other person or I flash you repeatedly. If either of those things seem to go okay, I try to kiss you. If that goes okay, I drink some more. By then, I've either sent the other person home or invited him/her to join in. For me, this almost always never works. Here's how it goes for the Professor. She goes some place. Someone makes googly eyes at her. She scans the place to see if the googly eyed person is the most interesting person there. If so, she invites him/her home with her. If not, she goes over to the most interesting person and they invariable ask her "So, are you taking me home?" If she says yes, they go home together. To her bed. You know who asks if I'm taking them home? People who need a ride home. To their own homes. Without me. So, anyway, the 58th lover and his seduction. It's going. Slowly. Slow, delicate progress is being made. I told her she should get a puppy and that would surely hook him. Guys like puppies. Or so I hear. What the fuck do I know? I hear guys like beer, too, but leaving a line of them from Murphy Road to my front door gets me nothing but drunk hobos to walk by in the morning. After we wandered through the bookstore and hashed out the details, I took her over to the city cemetery and we wandered through that as well. It's really a beautiful cemetery, full of old famous Nashvillians and gothic grave markers. And it really is a city of the dead. All the families are in their own plots and all the streets have names and street signs. But even after that, we weren't quite ready to go home, so we went to Fort Negley. America, or at least Middle Tennessee, if you've not been to Fort Negley, you are missing out. It has to be one of the most beautiful places I've been in Nashville. They lead you through the Fort via a series of very interesting signs and photos and much of the path is actually wooden, handicapped-accessible walkways. As you walk around the hill, you're constantly met with these amazing views of Nashville poking through the trees. It's just a well-thought-out park and entirely enjoyable. And virtually empty. I don't know why no one was there, but we only saw two other people. There are also a number of fruit trees that are clearly the remnants of an old orchard and I don't know why, but seeing all those fruit trees still in their lines, but all unkempt--like they'd gone feral--was really eerie. Anyway, the City Cemetery and Fort Negley are both free and close by, so get out there and explore!

8 Comments:

Blogger Kat Coble said...

I'm lust-stuck on the first paragraph about the bookstore.

You can always try my way to pick up guys:

Comic Book Convention

I've never wanted for male attention of any sort, truthfully, and I've always gone to comic book conventions. I sense a level of causality there.

9/04/2005 05:30:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Yes, but I've also noticed that you're a lot nicer than me. I'm sure that counts for a lot, as well.

9/04/2005 05:33:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

Maybe I'm just a lot easier...

BTW...email me, I've got somehting to tell you and I can't find your farkakhte email address

9/04/2005 05:41:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

duh.

k.coble@comcast.netDIESPAMBOT

take off that one part...

9/04/2005 05:42:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Toshi, if you want to do something with people, you should suggest some things to do. If you want to be included on spontanious shit, you should have a way to be easily findable.

Prof., you'd give up your 57 lovers for this man? Wow.

9/05/2005 10:28:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Summer, that is brilliant. I'll snag some plastic communion cups from my dad when I'm home next and leave a trail of single-malt scotch leading to my door.

You crusty married types have so much to teach us.

9/05/2005 12:41:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

For a trail of single malt scotch you might get a crusty married writer type all the way in from Hermitage.

But you don't swing that way, and I'd bring my 20-sided die.

9/05/2005 12:58:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I have a soft spot in my heart for D&D players. If you bring your twenty-year old notebook filled with the scribbled history of your characters, I'll smooch you.

With enough scotch, I can be talked into anything else.

9/05/2005 01:10:00 PM  

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