Date Five....The Mystery Man

Over the past couple of days things on the personal side have been pretty trying. With all the muddles I found myself in, it made great material for the blog but I’m resolute to respecting my own privacy… nary do I want to regret an entry… so here’s to sieving through the vast obstructions to unload on my blog…

An earlier post of mine explored the wonders of chemistry and attraction. In my ramblings, I swore by the instinctive click and feeling of kindred however another facet has emerged that has forced me to take a second look at my ‘laws of lust’… the element of mystery.

The scene is set: wonderfully handsome clever man meets awesome me and after several bouts of interaction, I conclude I’m really none the wiser to the 'real' him but certainly subject and weak to his wiles and charm. I don’t know him and yet…he’s constantly in my thoughts  :-/

We talk…quite frequently at that… but if the KGB picked me up hoping to squeeze info on him…I’d be useless and perhaps in shock at how poorly I know my ‘ever present thought dweller’…

Perhaps it’s the cloak and dagger mentality that keeps me piqued… this living spontaneity…this person in the shadows who makes everything more wonderfully contrived that it needs to be… but whilst I understand how a shrouded secretive nature may lure suitors, how sustainable is it being ‘the international man of mystery’…?

Fact is…it’s cute…(for a time). The not knowing, the guessing, the trying to fill in the blanks, wondering what exciting leads are contained in his/her past, the imaginative build up… but if the adage about expectations versus reality is true, then the centrifugal force that keeps us going round and round in a lust tizzy must certainly come to an end..(right?)

Still spinning and awaiting freedom…

Date Four...The Transient Man

He’s the ‘Ryan Howard’ of our lives, the straggly temp from Dunder Mifflin. The perpetual contract worker who comes in on rationed time to coordinate all the menial things no other person wants to be bothered to do or have become too complacent to do. His agenda is clear and specific – ‘get in, get out, get the job done’.

In many ways, ‘the temp’ may be compared to the transient partners in our lives… you know the ones with the strict purview to exercise due diligence in whatever areas or needs we deem unfulfilled. However, whilst the assigned tasks and functions vary between the physical and emotional, the modus operandi ‘to satisfy’ remains universal…seemingly enacting the slogan from McDonald’s to serve up a million smiles a day on you!

Yet whilst both worker/*insert patra voice here* ‘wukka’ categories exert a degree of industriousness and thoroughness to detail, the question lingers, will the 'lowly' temp ever ‘graduate’ to roll with a sense of permanence? Does the temp ever become the man in charge? Does he aspire to be more than a transient man?

These 'charming heroes' you find yourself drawn to for emotional or physical reprieve probably disappear once the need/purpose is met or intensity is amped up... usually because they are too chicken to see how deep the rabbit hole goes... he remains the proverbial temp..unfazed and on to the next assignment where the pay is better, the hours are less demanding and of course the grass a luminous shade of green..

...on that note... with the exit of the temp and a clear vacancy to boot for permanent staff.. pshka.. 'help wanted' :-)