Before filling in the gap as far as the last... entrant... is concerned, I will mention the two I had... doubts about, and as promised, rope them in.
The first was the one I described as the "sexy divorcee" although it turns out she probably was not married to the guy anyway and she was coming out of court, with a lawyer, when I first laid eyes on her. The lawyer himself was a tall, dry bald-headed man with the trademark flowing robes, but what stuck me as weird as the fact that the lady was, with him to the right, seemingly glued to him as they walked up to the S/Town library parking lot where the guy had his car parked.
Lady was acting all shaken. Like she was beyond terrified.
I took it bad, because I assumed, with the blame-it-on-the-black man syndrome, that I was somehow responsible, especially as the dame had tried to pull the front of her blouse/shirt out from under her black jersey/sweater and cover, unsuccessfully, the... area of prime interest. So I had a less than open mind as I saw her walking up, though I had to admit I had NOT seen an hips ( and later an ass) like hers before, on a white lady.
As she got to the parking lot, the mean motherfucker ex-boyfriend/lover/father-father-of-her-son went for them, while I stood back, and watched. The lawyer in a quivering voice that he was making trouble for himself, that they already had a restraining order against him, and when I heard THAT, with memories of my own last girlfriend (ever heard it said that only the whores know police numbers and laws ins and outs, euphemistically labelled... 'rights'?)I said to myself, she probably deserves all she gets, because all women are the same.
Acted as if she heard me, because she turned,body towards me would not move at all but just stood there as the guy went beserk and the lawyer tried to pick up his scattered papers.
The mute appeal made me react without conscious thought, because if I had thought about it, I would not have acted at all, what with memories of my own mother appealing to me to do something to my dad... and as I moved one step towards the guy, he, although towering over me, backed off, and went back to his bike.
Tried later to get him to insult me so I would have probable cause for GBH, what with the police nearby, but he would NOT fall for my 'guileless' act.
But when the lady finally got in back of the lawyers van, and left me with a feeling that gees this was one sexy lady when will I ever see her again, she kept her face reolutely turned paartly my own, as if, more than what had just transpired, she was worried by what I thought about her.
By that time I had no idea about my having been set apart from birth, about my ... voice... my companion. So, all the actions that people did around me surprised me.
the second was the blond lady I saw the other time at the 'art shop', wheeling a pram, who started smiling as she walked past, then turned back and came to ask me and the guy I was with questions about the work, when she clearly had not even looked at anything and her smile was more than just curious.
When I mentioned her son {must admit, white kids are hard to tell genderwise, although she did confirm it was a boy} as I tried to... bring her back to earth, her smile faded, and she seemed to withdraw, and turned abruptly away, and went and started conversing with the other tall blond guy who seemed to have been lingering far behind her.
The verdict is that, apparently, there are certain women who, because they are NOT so... steeped into the conventions as everyone else, find it easier to... listen... to me and hear me even before I say a word, and act as though I have spoken orally.
These women are the ones who have given me rest in my heart, each in her own way.
Now, about the "jumping girl" who leapt over the wall at the fisherman's hut: when I saw HER at the bach, walking in front of me, I was taken in by her wide hips, and the way, as hse tried to pick her way through the sand, they swayed sideways and up and down, and when I took in her khaki... briefs... and her blond hair which was tied back and drawn out through a cap that covered all of her forehead, I thought how different life was for some people, how if I walked barefoot and dressed as negligently as she had on the beach, I would probably end up in trouble, and I ended up thinking, yeah, she would never give me the time of day, so I passed them by and went and lay down in the darkened hut.
Not even thirty minutes later, a stick is forced into the place, and when I get up, incredulous, the girl runs off, almost falls backwards as she tries to run up the sand and over the wall of the station, with one hand on the leash of her dog, a formidable German Shepherd, and when she gets on top of the wall, she drops down the almost two metres to the ground and then has to carry the timorous dog over, because it would NOT leap over.
When I get up, thinking that for the crime of having scared a white woman I am going to have to answer to the cops, I find her on the other side of the station, a bakkie parked, and a tall guy with her, and the guy sort of nudges himself away from her and I look at her and while she did not stare directly at me, but looked off in northely gaze, I could have sworn she was laughing silently, as if to say, well, I did it!
Then comes the last one that I mentioned a bit yesterday.
For days I have been seeing her in the second carriage of the train, and while I was from the start appreciative of her looks {she is quite pretty, and has a face that I was smitten with on sight} I had doubts that she would ever look at me twice, really.but two days ago she stared at me, and away, and back, as if wondering if I was even noticing HER
then, yesterday, she stunned me. Instead of the normal tied back hair, she had her hair loose, had applied makeup, and she was looking so ravishing it took me aback. Then, as she did not make eye contact... at least not to my satisfaction... and I was just rubbishing eeverything, she then casually took out a book {I always carry a book around for reading in those dull moments} and I knew she had noticed me, that she was dressed up for my benefit.
LIKED IT.
Those are the 39.
God, I am done!
