“Suppose we’d been kidnapped by the space people and whisked around that galaxies, whirred past wonders that would render Shakespeare mute and make poor stolid Goethe whimper like a beagle. The stellar dust, debris agleam in the black light, the fell silence, the arrogantly vast scale of the creation, the speed of attack and decay each blurred, incised impressions made, the sure greed we’d feel to describe our tour, and how we’d fail that greed”
—William Matthews
Ok, so… I love words. Anyone who knows me can tell you I use a lot of impressive verbiage and am constantly working to increase my vocabulary. This is really just a left over habit of a much more shallow time. I’m not perfect with the English language; in fact, one of my most oft misused words is ‘funner’, if that can even be called a word. When i was younger i thought that if I could out-speak the next guy that I would be able to more effectively communicate my feelings and thoughts with the world. To a point I find this to be true. However it wasn’t until later years that I became so acutely aware of how much of lifes nuance I was missing out on by following this alphabetic approach to interpersonal communication.
The more I have experienced with other people and with myself, the more I have come to realize that for every sentence that is spoken aloud, there are volumes being silently shouted by that same persons body, eyes, even their smell. I liked this quote because it gives that impression, that no matter what we try to say or need to impress upon others, we will fall sadly short. The devil is in the details. You can tell someone you care about them all day, but it’s the warm press of a body that adds the punctuation at the end of “I want you!” You can vocalize how beautiful something is, but when you take the time to stop, stare, imagine; god forbid take a picture, mental or physical, of it that it truly makes in impression. There are so many unspoken clues in every ounce of our daily interactions that words, as much fun as they are can only account for a fraction of a percent of the messages we send to others each day.
One of the things I enjoy most about women is their smell. Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman had it right. “Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just wanted to go to sleep forever?” Women have perfumes and shampoos and body sprays and a million smell-pretty concoctions, but you can’t top the natural smell of an aroused woman. As coy as one may be wont to play, a woman’s body will always disobey her. No matter if you are in the midst of foreplay or eating ice cream; when the moment comes that a woman’s brain downshifts and she truly becomes sexually awake, her entire scent changes. You can’t hide it. You can’t deny it. And to me it’s always a welcome scent.
This being said, i love body language. I love messing with people over their body language as much as anything else. blablabla enuf for today. I liked that quote.
wow. Was i suppose to blush? Have you ever seen a latin girl blush. Very rarely will I recognize when i am absoloutly intrigued. I’m intrigued. However on a side note, I agree with body language, perhaps that is what arrouses men when I speak to them in spanish, I don’t just talk with my words, expression, movement, eye contact, tone of voice, its all a huge part of the language.
Once I had the singularly pleasurable experience of a night of Salsa dancing in the care of a beautiful older puerto rican woman. I was 17 and she was 30+ nearing 40. Typical gringo that I was, I just didn’t grasp the concept of dancing to the feel of the music rather than the beat. Watching her move, I was awed at the power and grace that I had never seen afforded a woman’s body before. A little coaching and some stubbed toes later, we were moving like water, smooth, fluid; influenced but not hindered by the rocks and banks that border it’s flow. Astounding. I will forever hold myself in her debt for showing me what a woman who knows her body is capable of. Had I missed that evening, I may never have set such high standards for myself and the women I am involved with; greatly impacting the quality of our lives.
Seca, your words speak volumes more than the simple text. The man in your life should count himself lucky.