Monday, January 25, 2010

The ideal lover: the denominator?

Seeing through you and with what he sees acts around and treats you accordingly.

A passion to build, but a passion tempered by discipline, intelligence and practical wisdom.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Ideal date

It was my idea. I haven't seen an opera before and I really wanted to wear a gown.

It was unbelievably boring. Poor Dennis, but poorer me for feeling boredom and guilt for three hours.

Caught up with familiar faces after the show. The night kept getting worse. The fake talk and laughter lasted until two in the morning. They wouldn't let go of us. We were naturally charming.

The drive home was quiet, but inside I felt robbed of a good time with Den. And really, I was hungry.

'Let's stop over the gas station.' Without question he turned the car and parked in front of the convenience store. He was drained of wit, acting by command. Poor Dennis.

I grabbed a hotdog sandwich, potato chips and coffee. Dennis took two hotdog sandwiches and two bags of potato chips. After putting his food on our table, he walked away, then came back holding with both hands the biggest glass of iced tea I had seen in my life.

I'm sorry, I said. He laughed then shook his head. (I love it when I make men laugh.) We talked—not about ourselves—not about the opera for sure. We rambled about TV shows we've seen, movies, senators, codes of conduct, ways of preparing a hotdog sandwich.

The drive from the gas station to my home was peaceful.

I sat on the bed and for the last time told him I'm sorry.

'I kept looking at your cleavage during the show. All I could think of was biting those breasts.' I laughed then shook my head. He came near me then kissed my chest, but went no further. We were too tired.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Culture

Yes a love-hate relationship with my work. This time on why I love it: because I learn from what I hate about it.

Not everything can be covered in law. There are times when you have to make judgments outside the written code. And that is what defines culture. It is how people decide and act when there are no guidelines that chastise or reward the action and decision. That makes culture the people's common sense.

There will always be loopholes—things missed out in the system. At work, these are often used as excuses to remain inactive, mediocre. In an ideal culture, one works as if there is incentive, even when there is none—because doing so has become second nature to him and because that is how his peers behave.

But I wonder, too, how much of culture-building is dependent on the integrity of the system and enforcement of rules?