This morning's facebooked story from NY made me smile.
Summer was going out with a guy a couple years ago.I called him then and pretended to have the wrong number, looking for a bar next to his house, he helped me find one.
Two weeks ago, I'm drunk with Summer and we decide to text him from my phone. Texting and teasing and he has no idea who I am - never met.
Yesterday I was working a 14-hour day and feeling shitty, he texts, asking if I want to meet him for a drink in the West Village. He doesn't even know my name.
We meet for the first time. Our drink turns into a bottle of wine and the conversation spins in all directions. Lots of passion and not a second of boredom. It's a beautiful spring night and we're sitting outside unaware that people have come and left.
We have to move inside as the terrace is closing. At around 2am, we look around us and there's no one except the bartender. We take a yellow balloon with us as we leave, let it loose and watch it disappear into space.
He lives a couple of blocks away. I'm walking with him to his place. We're making out on street corners as he explains the graffiti to me.
I remember that I have to work the next day. He says that we should go to his place and talk till morning. I decided against it and stopped a cab.
It's a beautiful spring day in New York city. I called Summer and told her what happened.
4/25/2008
The Yellow Balloon in NYC
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I dunno..it's an ordinary story that lacks both aesthetic and thematic values...maybe the pleasure in reading such a story stems from the very fact that it's an "ordinary encounter"; yet, it thematically fails to reveal any universal value...
the morale, or lack thereof, behind the story of the yellow balloon in NYC: there is nothing more beautiful than betraying a friend.
Ok, I admit, the opening of the story indicates that Summer and him were no longer dating. However, our girl over here admits calling him THEN, acting as if she mistakingly wanted to reach a bar next to his house; a fact that reflects her tendency to betray her friend anyway ...
So, the morale (or the lack thereof) becomes, there is nothing more adventurous/ exciting than making out with a friend's ex-b/f.
hmmm, awesome.
secratea, I disagree :D...and I will tell you why later today as I have to get going to work now!
"We decide to text him and tease him" Summer was in on in the teasing part.
Yellow balloon = looks like the Sun. Her name is Summer.Sun = Summer. They let it fly until it disappears.
"It's a beautiful spring day in New York city. I called Summer and told her what happened." Spring day...and so calls Summer. Don't know if that's supposed to mean anything.
Basically, I don't know what the whole point of the story was, period.
it's not an ordinary encounter... it's chemistry, it's passion, it's lust, it's temporary and that what makes it... beautiful.
"I called Summer and told her what happened."
Summer's laughter echoed melodically.
It doesn't always have to be about betrayal or morals or principles :P
To play.
To explore.
To tease.
To enjoy.
To take.
To give.
To share.
To walk away.
To wonder about more.
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