Always thinking

A little memory and a little pain

It hasn't been raining so much lately, I don't recall many occasions when I need to have a rain coat walking from car to any covered building. It's not today's bay area: it feels more like northwest. What better weather to sit in a modern dance lecture brought from a New York dance scholar, along with many who love the rthym of body movement, in a cozy rainy evening? Lydia IMed me, probably she saw my IM account appearing to be online, which is not unusal, more because I just switched to XP, not quite familiar with all the bells and whistles. Anyway, she wrote me, we chatted, it seemed nothing happened. She still calls me sunshine, even asking me for recent pictures, even sending me her recent pictures, even I am not asking for. She is like before, remember more details when we were together than I do, she dyed her hair into blonde, more of 60's style, shadowed by her narrow east european face and blue eyes, surprisingly stunning. I remember one occassion when we went to Bush street at San Francisco two years ago for a musical festival, she was that stunning, and she holded my hands tightly through the happy hour's crowd, and loud music. I felt more like a boy spoiled in eternal love, only to find envious expression on many people's face when they looked us. After her, I have not had any relationship, I wonder why? She asked whether she made me hate all women, followed by a long "LOL" from my side: no! I love women. Probably I love them too much, probably that is the problem? Who said sunken rock can remove all the memory? Maybe only in those sunny days.

posted by Road less travelled @ 11:34 PM