Your eyes meet hers from across the room. There is electricity there, oh yes. It’s a crowded party yet you still manage to connect. Smiling, you make your way across the crowded room and make a small and light introduction. In the back of your mind you are keenly aware that she is sizing you up even as you are her.
You suggest a bit more privacy and she leads you out to the porch. The soft breeze has a hint of the sea and magnolias. The moon casts shadows from the palms and fades the starlight from above. Over the muffled sounds of the indoor partygoers you gently converse, the questions and answers flowing easily and without effort. You realize there IS something here and you don’t want the moment to pass and so you ask the question. She responds warmly, with unexpected enthusiasm.
The night is lingering on, the party is dwindling from it’s second wind. It’s time to go.
“I’m so glad we met. I can hardly wait until Friday.”
Looking down, she smiles then raises her eyes to meet yours. “Me too. It’s going to be great.”
She turns and is gone in a whisper.
Friday comes and you can barely hold still in anticipation of what she will offer this evening. The mundane chores of the day put an anchor on time and the minutes crawl by.
Finally, the time is here. The night is all that it should be and more than you ever could have dreamed. You sense that maybe good things lay in wait for both of you. And now you must wait yet again. What will your friends think of your new-found? The next few days will be key.
You call on her the next day. Warm regards for a pleasant experience are exchanged. But wait, there is something about the conversation. A subtle undercurrent of turbulence, of things not quite right. Maybe it’s just your imagination or maybe…
As the days go by, the words weaken. Realization sets in with a gentle thud.
There really is no surprise. No shock. No anger. Just realization that this is how the game is played, this is how the world operates. No judgement of good or evil, things just are the way they are.
And that’s ok. Because you will always have that one night, and it’s there for all to see – forever.
Maybe the fires will kindle yet again. It has happened in the past so you may see them burn again in the days or weeks ahead.
Until then, it is time to find another gathering of like minded souls.
So, that is my take on guest posting. Questions?
Oh. My. Goodness. I love this, George!!! This is one of my favorite parts: The soft breeze has a hint of the sea and magnolias. The moon casts shadows from the palms and fades the starlight from above.
Eeek! I just love it. So fun, so true, so entertaining–so tumblemoose-ish-ilicious!
Michele
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Lol, Thanks Michele!
I think you may have coined a new term!
Glad you enjoyed it.
Cheers!
George
I love it.
To me, it’s kind of like internet relationships in general sometimes.
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Thanks Ashley,
Glad you stopped by. I think it may be a parable for a lot of things
George
Excellent story, George, held my attention all the way through. Very well done!
Thanks Alan!
George
Well, you could always write for Harlequin!
Fun (and thought provoking, I suppose) post.
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Terry,
Hehe.
And who says I don’t?
Thanks buddy.
George
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That’s hilarious! I agree with Ashley, the same could be said of many internet encounters. Heck offline, too.
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I enjoyed the writing George, but I’m afraid even after reading this several times I’m not entirely clear on what the overall message is. What kind of relationship was it you were hoping for or expecting?
Sorry if I’m being dim
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Joanna,
No hopes or expectations really. It’s just an observation about the initial crescendo involved, the pinnacle of the post and the subsequent parting of ways.
Anyway, just my take on guest post experiences
George
Tracy,
I think the corollary is what prompted the write.
Could be applied to a lot of things for sure!
George
You go me interested… I stayed and read
best wishes Ribbon
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Hi Ribbon,
I’m glad you came by. I’m also glad you found it interesting. It was fun to write and take a different perspective on things.
George
Hi George,
This read like a soapy romance novel. You got me all mushy in my knees and now I want more.
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Monika,
Hehe. I can see it now: Tumblemooses Harlequin Blog.
Thanks for coming by!
George
@ George: Harlequin, LOL isn’t that a publishing house too? Oh my does this qualify me for the romance addiction award?
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I guess my take on guest posting just doesn’t seem so elegant any more 8=) I didn’t smell any magnolias or sea air.
I did get to know Tumblemoose through my experience guest posting — maybe that is the magnolias!
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Oh Bill, (Lonewolf)
The lovely scent of your prose wafting across cyberspace smells sweeter than any magnolia…
How’s THAT treat ya?
George
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Lovely analogy! I’ve only done a guest post once then we lost contact somehow, but what you described is exactly how it feels. Dramatic! Just the way I like it!
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Right on, Brittany.
Some folks have been confused and were not quite sure what the article was about, thinking maybe I was complaining or something. I was just describing how it felt a bit and it seemed like a good parable.
Glad you liked it.
George
Sounds like a memorable tryst to me. Brief, ephemeral, engaging consummation. If it went on and on it wouldn’t be as perfect as we know it.
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