gunning for stickie,

showdown imminent i feel.
it's funny how;
i get it all thought out,
and totally rehearsed,
and then,
i manage to talk myself out of it.

i really mustn't,
i CAN'T,
allow myself to dwell on this for the NEXT 5 yrs.

we'll see.

I'll take 5/1 Eric jumps her bones from an above-ground vantage point such as a tree or a set of traffic lights, and does it ninja-style.

That "ninja-style" can mean the jumping or the sexual aftermath, I haven't decided yet.

bert,
i'll lay you a hundred about me confronting her tomorrow morning.
verbally of course.

she obviously doesn't mind that i speak to her.

and those long lingering looks back,
she and i,
stareing at each other from a distance.
when i just missed her at my stop,bert,
it nags at me.

what's a bloke to think?

am i spelling "stareing"correctly?
i'm never sure about the "E".
and i hate mis-spelling.

This was only a year ago?

and it took,
god knows,
2,3,4, years,
to break the ice.
i'm such a pussy.

if only i didn't think so much.
analyse,
always with negative conclusion.

why can't i,
as the t-shirts shout,
JUST FUCKIN DO IT?
why?
because i can't.
i just can't.

having said that,
maybe i'm just a dreamer.
maybe they really are,
not interested.
maybe.
maybe.
maybe.



life's dilemmas eh?

and maybe,
she's just an elderly woman walking her dogs.
c'est tout.