by John of altjiranga mitjina
It was one of those parties where Lisa knew almost no one. They were there because Jason said it was good for his job. She was on her second rum and coke while Jason was across the room talking with some bleach bottle blonde with a top that was cut too low for Lisa’s tastes. Jason said something that caused the girl to laugh and Lisa watched as her breasts jiggled in reaction to her husband’s words.
Jason arrived with a fresh refill for Lisa, which was the purpose of his trip in the first place. “A new friend?” Lisa tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but failed.
Her husband handed her the drink, ignoring her tone. “She works for Tuttle, she was giving me some pointers on how to handle the new presentation I have to go over with him next week.”
Lisa sighed, but Jason was already turning away from her. He watched as another woman walked by.
A voice called out Jason’s name and he waved at the man calling him. “Look, Honey, I gotta go talk to Henderson. I’ll only be a few minutes, ok?” He left before waiting for her response.
She stood on the side of the room and watched her husband talk to Henderson. They were deep in conversation when a young woman in a short dress walked by. The two men stopped talking and Lisa watched as their eyes ranged up and down the woman’s body as she moved away from them. They laughed and looked one final time at the retreating form of the young woman. Lisa could feel the heat from the two men all the way over on her side of the room.
Another woman, slightly older than the one that had just walked past them, joined Henderson and her husband. She was dressed in slacks and a blouse. The two men said something to her and while she answered them their eyes dropped to her blouse. Replying to whatever she said Jason reached out and gently took ahold of her arm, giving it a slight squeeze. Moving his hand away he gently grazed her breast.
By the time Jason rejoined her Lisa was finishing up her drink. He asked if she wanted a refill but she declined. He knew she was mad at him but the look in her eyes and the angle of her shoulders. “What’s wrong, Honey?”
She turned away from him. He really had no idea what she was pissed about. Well, he had an idea, but to him it was silly. “I’m only looking, Lisa. Would you rather I do something?”
To him that was the answer. As long as all he was doing was “just looking” it was okay. He wasn’t acting out on his lusts, just drooling whenever he got the chance. “Do you have to act like such a school boy when I’m around, Jason? Couldn’t you at least rein it in when I’m with you?”
Jason laughed, a little louder than he meant to. A few people turned towards them, but he just smiled and they went about their business. “I’m sorry, Lisa, but do we have to get into this now. These people are people I work with, people I do business with. It doesn’t look good if I’m having a fight with the wife in front of them.”
Lisa smiled at him and kept her voice calm and level. “But looking down a colleague’s shirt is acceptable behavior. I guess as long as she has a good set of tits it’s alright.”
A few heads turned on Lisa’s words, but she just smiled at them like her husband had and they went back to their conversations.
Lisa handed Jason her empty glass. “Get me a refill, please.”
While he was at the Shannon McNally concert tonight John discovered he couldn’t escape the theme of this week’s issue. The concert was at the Parish at the House of Blues. The Parish is a smaller venue upstairs that the HOB uses for acts that couldn’t sell out the main hall. While waiting for Shannon to come on he noticed seven paintings around the room. Guess what they were paintings of? The Seven Deadly Sins. Read more about Shannon and other things at altjiranga mitjina.
Monday, September 17, 2007
by John of altjiranga mitjina
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You Are Here
by Amie from MammaLoves...
You did well in school to get into college. You tried to get by well enough in college to be attractive to an employer or graduate program, and along the way you may have opened your heart a time or two. Maybe you even found true love.
With a foot in the door, the first years of work were the time to
prove your mettle once again. Promotions, raises all with the goal to secure your future will allow you to settle down, buy a house, travel, commit to a relationship, have kids or not. In what feels like a blink of an eye, your future is here.
And now what?
Chance Favors Only Those Who Court Her
After a less-than-friendly divorce, I was on the market again. Seizing the opportunity, my friends scoured their address books and Palm Pilots for single men and set me up on blind date after blind date. My reaction to most of those dates was, "I call these people my FRIENDS?" One of my real friends suggested Match.com, and given how much I love the Internet, I gave it a go.
A couple months of e-dating passed by in a blink. It was fun, but so far nothing meaningful had hit my radar, and my match inventory was starting to run low. You see, Match.com "matches" you to people based on a list of your requirements, and I'd pretty much run through all my existing matches who didn't seem psycho or stoned, based on their profiles.
Then, one day, I got an email from a guy who was not a match by my standards...
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A Lost Opportunity
by John from Altjiranga Mitjina
Trying to break in as a writer in the comic book industry can be a bit like the one legged man in a butt kicking contest. Every step forward you make means you land on your butt after your kick forward. Comic books are a visual medium. An artist can bring a portfolio to an editor at a convention and said editor can sit there and look at it within minutes and decide if this artist is worthy of working on the newest issue of Stupendous Man or not. Trying being a hopeful writer handing over a script to this same editor at a busy comic convention. You’ll be lucky if the editor agrees to take the script and promise that they’ll look at it later. Most times the hopeful writer is told to send for their submission guidelines and mail in their proposal.
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by Karen Rayne from Adolescent Sexuality Today with Karen Rayne, Ph.D.
This weekend I went out of town, leaving my family to fend for themselves. On Saturday, my darling husband took my two darling daughters – 6 and 3 years old – to what he heard was a fun new toy store in town. Great, right?
They walk in the door, and the 6-year-old pipes up with “Look, Daddy! Jesus toothpaste!” He takes one look, puts one hand on each girl’s shoulder, and does a 180 out of the store. It may be a fun new toy store, but it’s intended clientele does not include the under-13 set.
When I got home on Sunday, the first thing the 6-year-old says to me was, “Guess what! We saw Jesus toothpaste!” I blinked, figuring I hadn’t heard her correctly. Regrettably, I had...
A biker, a green thumb, a cracked hand, and a Queen.
A random biker on a Harley-Davidson took my picture last week. What I wanted to do was take his picture, but I hesitated. Now, instead of a photo of some random biker holding an i am bossy.com bumper sticker, all I have is a lame photo of me holding the bumper sticker and the mental picture of him riding off into the sunset, never to be seen again.
Okay, it wasn’t as romantic or dramatic as that. It was nine in the morning and there was no sunset.
This is not the first time that I have hesitated to seize an opportunity. I don’t expect it will be the last. However, I hope with each lost chance for something intriguing, I will lose a shade of that hesitation for next time...
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