Missed Opportunities

It’s been on my mind all week. I hate it when I realize I may have missed something, but I couldn’t do much about it anyway.

Like, for instance, (let’s just assume this is hypothetically speaking) if an absolutely gorgeous woman was sitting next to me (or perhaps, at one point I was sitting in her lap) and she was whispering into my ear about how some non-attractive, kinda creepy guy at this hypothetical "party" was hitting on her. Let’s also suppose we talked for about 20 mins. like that.. whispering back and forth into each others’ ears. Then, she gets up b/c she needed to use the bathroom, and as parties go.. she gets sidetracked by long-time friends and doesn’t return.

Are there things I should’ve said? Would it be worth it though, considering she was drunk?

Let’s then hypothesize some more here… SO, hypothetically, what if later on that night, we sat again, together, talking. Not whispering, not right on top of one another, but close (close enough?). Let’s suppose their was some hand holding and hands generally slowly massaging lower arms. All the while, not much is being said. And, maybe her friend was behind us.. like 2 ft. behind us — so I felt not to be rude and didn’t "try anything". Also, would I have been out of place — seeing as how she was drunk? Would it be prudent of me to consider a possible line like "Mitcz is taking care of me" (in response to someone asking how she was doing) a come-on? Or am I crazy? (::ahem::, I mean WOULD I have been crazy, ya know.. supposing this all happened)

Do you think, in this hypothetical situation (::ahem::) that while I peeled dried up liquid latex (therefore, officially now latex) off of her legs, even upper thighs, arms, hands… that maybe I could’ve pulled off the casual "give me your phone number" manuevre? Would that also be out place?

Would I (assuming, as we are that this is hypothetical) have a second shot at this opportunity? Or would she feel I was uninterested — perhaps gay (as she alluded to more than once)?

The missed opportunity. I would never again be back in her lap, whispering in her ear about all the silliness around us. I would never again have a chance to redeem myself. Sure.. there’s always some other time — supposing we had mutual friends, supposing I’d seen and talked to her at a get-together once before (and, hyphothetically, that’s also true)– but never again will there be THAT time. And, fuck that pisses me off. Especiallly considering I would’ve forgotten to wash off the lipstick on my hand from where she kissed the side of it, so I would’ve been constantly reminded of her throughout the day.

Err… uh.. it WOULD piss me off, if that actually happened, of course.

If you’re going to respond to this post, o’ readers of thine Mitcz’s journal.. at least try to answer the various hypothetical questions in this post, would ya?

Oh, and hypothetically.. I would’ve been wearing my homemade Chode Boy Costume, with matching Dildo hat and all the while she’d have been making references back-and-forth about the dick on my head vs. well, ya know.. ;)

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