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2004-10-18 | 9:58 p.m.
last week my fortune cookie told me:
"do not let your instincts run right over your reason."
like the smiths song the previous week, it was a message that hit at exactly the right moment.
sunday i tested my endurance by walking six miles in an AIDS walk, then topped it off by going on a first date with a new online geezer.
he is a very nice fellow. very sensitive and smart and creative. all good things. hailing from eastern europe, he has a nice accent and an impressive command of the english language with all kinds of 25-cent words in his vocabulary jukebox. which makes his first big slip of the tongue all the more humorous.
before we met in person, there had been some e-mail and phone discussion about our astrological signs' stereotypical characteristics. i am the steady bull of taurus, he is the twin-set of gemini.
so here we were, walking side by side within minutes of meeting each other and he decided to make a comment on my stride.
"you walk in a very deliberate manner," he smiled, looking down at my feet. "i'd almost say in a bovine way."
this made me rear up on my back hooves.
"what?!" i coughed, half-laughing.
"oh, i think i said that incorrectly. i'm sorry, that was the wrong word."
"yes," i giggled, "the word 'bovine' should never be used in association with a girl. never!"
he apologized again.
over dinner he complimented my well-formed ears.
"they have a unique shape," he explained, "there is curved portion i've never observed before."
i leaned back in my chair, bemused, then inquired:
"would you say they have a bovine quality?"
take a peek at these - (c) 2000-2003 nictate:
quibbling with quitherfeather
catcher in the wry