So, from her poetry posts, she seems to be in love or at
least, heavy lust.
This is extremely rare for her.
As her poem from last summer indicated, she’s only been in
love a few times in her life. Men tend to fall in love with her, not the other
way around.
It has to be a remarkable person for her to go after the way
her poetry suggests she is going after this guy.
This raises questions about what this man is like.
Most likely, he’s Latino with a Latin name.
Since he’s married – possibly for a few years – he’s
probably slightly older or younger than she is, no older than 40 and no younger
than 29.
He’s probably very positive about himself, mildly
successful, but somewhat shy, even formal, insisting on doing things properly,
and thus treating her with that old fashion sense of respect.
If he has a flaw, it is that he is too nice, too careful not
to offend her, or leave her with the impression that he is only with her
because he’s attracted to her beauty.
He probably has an interest sense of humor, likes music,
maybe literature, and likes to listen to what she has to say. He’s also
playful, with a remarkably innocent kind of flirting.
Most likely, he speaks carefully, maybe a little slowly,
making sure of what he is saying, and is strangely moral. He loves his wife. He
is devoted to her, and though he may find her (our poet) attractive, he will be
reluctant to come on to her or do anything that would seem so, and yet, at the
same time, may well feel so comfortable around her that sometimes he will come very
close to embracing her.
He is probably well built, but not overly muscular, possibly
once an athlete in school who keeps in shape more for health than for being
macho.
On the surface, he seems quiet and unassuming, although
behind those dark eyes of his smolders real passion she can read each time
they’re together. She probably admires his ability to contain his lust, when
she clearly is finding it difficult to contain hers.
He most likely makes his living as a businessman or some
profession, such as a doctor.
And he is one of those people who legitimately wants nothing
more out of life than to be happy, to be with the right person, and to feel
needed.
Most likely, he has something of a long, oval face, with
dark intense eyes, a narrow forehead, a thin nose, a slightly wide mouth that
she finds she would like to kiss all the time and resists doing so. He may have
a small scar from some mishap in sports at school, but his skin would otherwise
be largely unmarred, making him look younger slightly than his actual age.
He would likely have narrow shoulders, the kind you would
find on someone who was a runner or played tennis, and equally narrow chest –
but fully developed, a flat stomach, thin thighs and long legs.
He’s probably slightly taller than she is, requiring her to
look up at him when they are close.
He would have a calm expression when not involved with
anything, thoughtful, as if has no cares in the world.
But when he smiles, his whole expression explodes into
something very bright, making him all the more attractive. His mouth revels a
lot about what he is feeling, pressed closed and slightly pale when upset about
something. His jaw shifts slight to the side when he is puzzled or thinking
more intently about something.
His gaze is always curious about things, especially when he
looked at her. It is an innocent gaze like a young boy learning about new
things or experiencing things he’s never experienced before. When he looks at
her, however, he shows an intense attraction that he quickly hides away, a bit
ashamed about it considering he is married.
Although he is not afraid to touch her, or be touched by
her, provided it doesn’t go too far.
He has thin, gentle hands that move in front of his chest as
he talks as if he is trying to shape his thoughts in the air.
He seems remarkably formal, not stiff so much as proper,
when he sits or walks, although he is not uncomfortable to sit with or walk
beside.
He wears good clothing, tan shirts, black or brown pants,
purchased from some reasonably priced haberdashery in an ethnic area near where
he lives. It is fashionable, but not flashy, and generally very clean and new.
She could not imagine him wearing anything other than what he wears, except for
imagining him wearing nothing at all.
He likely wears real leather shoes, well-polished, and
sometimes wears a jacket, but no tie.
He likely has very attentive and carrying parents, if not
successful themselves, made sure he got the education he needed to achieve what
he has achieved. He most likely met his wife through some social function
connected with his career.
He has never before cheated on her.
While not overly religious, he respects the faith of his
parents, and likely married in a church.
He loves music and dancing, going out to dinner, perhaps
even shows, and finds her (our poet) fascinating because she has so much
talent, her music, her art, her photography and her writing.
He most likely intends to advance in his career, finding a
management position of some sort or set up a professional office of his own.
He rarely loses his temper, but when he does, it is because
someone innocent has been wronged and he wants to set it right.
He most likely has a quirky sense of humor, something akin
to hers, which makes him even more attractive.
But in some ways, he is completely different from her,
somewhat remote, so that she sometimes is puzzled about what he is thinking,
while hoping he is thinking about her.
This remoteness makes him seem mysterious to her, and even
more attractive.
She’s personal, not political. So, this new arrangement is really all about strange bedfellows, that group of political opportunists that have aligned themselves with the virgin mayor, getting themselves well placed for later profits. She’s never played that game before and may be a little out of her depth when it comes to those kinds of maneuvers. They may also read her wrong as well. She puts on a good act, and they may actually think she’s better connected than she really is. No doubt, they want her to help them do their political dirty work and may be surprised to find she doesn’t know how. This may not be true for the mayor who is nearly as naïve as she is, someone who fell into office because his opponent last year was so unpopular – not just with the people but with other powers, such as the congressman, the little man and the neighboring mayor. Unfortunately, his ineptitude politically has alienated at least two of those three, possibly all of them. But he h...
Her latest post on her personal Facebook page still bemoans her lack of fame., saying that she feels as if she has no place in this world. She expresses jealousy of those who have succeeded and get to live the luxurious life – as referred to in that 2003 poem about change of perspective. She wants to be one of the jet set, and get to shuffled ahead of the crowd, even though as that poem pointed out, she used to hate those kinds of people. The fact that she can’t get there (or perhaps back to it) despite all of her talent and how she had done to achieve really, really frustrates her. She just doesn’t seem to be able to come up with a formula for success. I feel sorry for her, partly because if she can’t get what she wants with all of the talent she has, and her ability to work her way up (trickle up) in whatever structure she finds herself in, it is possible she may never get there, having some fundamental flaw that keeps her from finding the right door and the ...
The male owner has picked up a new habit during the weekly staff meetings he hadn’t had previously, checking his cell phone’s messaging app -- more so this week and I wonder if it has anything to do with her not being at the meeting. She was out on some assignment she had discussed with him earlier and perhaps texted him to keep him apprised of her progress. Looking back to earlier this year, his behavior mirrors mine from back then, as if he’s anxious for the next message to arrive, regardless of what it says. He seemed very distracted by it, even to the point of missing what we reported and forcing him to have us repeat what we said. Having read the synopsis of my journal, he should have had fair warning and found a way to avoid the fog I walked around in – but clearly, he seems as out of touch as I was at that stage. A few times during the meeting, I found him staring hard at me, as if trying to read something from my expression, or perhaps he feels a bit threatened....
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