MY Business with Pleasure.

Yesterday, or rather, last night, I wrote that I had selected ten women that had acted contrary to my expectations and actually... respected ... me.
I was wrong about some of them.
the reason is simple, the acts of the women show what they think, right; where they have based their behaviour patterns, see?
Like the second golden haired woman whose behaviour I recounted.
it actually dawned on me that the woman wanted me to ... focus... on her, and run after her, and thus be subservient to her, when the only reason why I even LOOKED at her to begin with was that she was wearing the same hair as the FIRST golden haired woman, and I had never actually met one before, REALLY.
So, well, she would have been a handful, and I drop her.
Just as I drop the red-head.Why? because she is MARRIED and to her I was someone who would never have been... exclusive... but rather someone she would not have had to commit to.
In fact, I am having to think on my feet, or rather, ass, at the moment, and come up with ten women who have shown me unequivocal ... respect... and recognised the fact that I am a male, to whom the best type of regard is to be held not only in high esteem, but exclusive high esteem, where applicable.

1)Now, of course, I am not dropping the Glencairn Heights girl, because she, with no way possible of knowing who or what I am showed unprecedented... circumspection.
I could have just been ANYBODY to her, and yet she chose NOT to act like a woman who was beautiful and knew it and wanted to have everyone fall at her feet, rather she sought my approval, or acted as if I had already condemned her, which boils down to pretty much the same thing.

2)then there is the white-haired one with the cleft chin on 26 May who could have passed me by with a smile or a frozen face, but she looked me in the eye and seemed to ASK for permission to pass, and while I was surprised, I have to admit this as well; I was already boiling with anger, but such as I never thought would ever be given room to come out, ever.Yet she reacted to THAT, and instead of flouncing off like every other artificial woman I have bumped into, she seemed to shrink into herself, as she looked into my eyes, while I stood tense and waited for her to do something that would make me angry.She did not.

3)Then there was the curvy blond chick also all in black who came to the Fish Hoek library with the woman with the attitude, and both their sons in tow, and she sat facing me while I listened to the black-haired one talk about how she knew everything about how to deal with certain puzzles and try to actually physically wrestle the puzzle-box from the woman who was talking to the book-lady. All this while, her bitter voice was grating on my nerves, and I was getting upset, again, all the timw without being aware that I was boiling up. The girl was obviously burdened by the boy, and the father probably absent, and she had not even cut her hair straight, it was all in tufts, a sympton of her denial, her I-can-do-this-on-my-own reaction to her crisis, and I was thinking, fuck, you are a woman, NOT a man, act like a woman.
I did not say anything aloud, but just at that moment, the blond chick reaches into her bag, slowly enough that I notice the movement but do not jerk around like I would have had the chick done so suddenly, because it would have meant she had read my face and was so scared of my... obvious... reaction she wanted to escape without letting me know I was the cause, so she was loking for an alternative way to show her fear.
No, she took out her cell-phone, then spoke in the softest voice I have heard as she asked her mother for an email address. I felt my heart go down from 'red-alert' to 'standby', and i turned to face her fully, and that was when she slowly turned her face and body away till I saw her cute ass and her face in profile, and I relaxed. She was quite good looking, and I found myself idly wondering how it would feel to kiss her thin lips. She left, and without touching her son or any such protective gesture, got the boy to follow her. I have not seen her since.

4)Then comes this woman who was diving at the Long Beach in S/Town. Now, I make it a habit to ignore people, but I somehow noticed this woman as I was passing her on my way to the public toilet, because just as I passed her she pulled up her top or blouse, and revealed the most incredible waist-line I had ever seen, along with the ass that came under, so perfect it was like something sculpted by the finest artist.I may not look like it, but I have had more than my share of indecent advances by women who would have wanted to have me as some sort of prize, and my first reaction was to be angry, and then I thought, nuh, she is white, they have no shame, but as I sat on the toilet bowl I was wondering whether the woman had flashed her ass at me, and I came out, purposefully to see if the woman would do that while at the same time in the company of her husband and child, if such they were.
Because that would be blatant DIS-respect.
She saw me coming and walked away, slowly, without moving her shapely ass as I would have expected even in the diving suit she had donned.She moved like a robot, and if it had not been happening in broad daylight I would have asked someone to feel my head to see if I was imagining things.
I have not seen the woman's face, not then, not ever, and all I know is she apparently chose to walk away from the two people who seemed like statues than to stand and thus admit she saw me as nothing but background noise, part of the landscape.

5)then there is the other one still at Long Beach, when I walked from the hut to fetch water at the public toilet.
Woman saw me coming, and started walking away. I thought she was thinking I was spoiling her solitary contemplation of the, till then, deserted, beach [there was only her, two unusually quiet boys and a man who stood like a stone facing the Navy Base buildings while the kids walked, one in front and one behind, the blonde woman who was not that tall, but had unusually ... WHITE... long hair, and boots.And a jacket like horse-riders wear, and loose-fitting jeans.
I turned away from her contemptuously, thinking she was a crazy white woman, what was wrong with her that she would choose to walk so... mechanically... on the narro strip of sand and NOT on the road like normal people.
I filled my 5l can, and was turning to walk back to the hut when I sensed something wrong.
There was nobody behind me, and I was puzzled a bit, but carried on walking, and it was then that the woman, from the sea-side of the low wall at the beach, turned HER back on me, and did it so... slowly... like a door being closed gently. I of course, stopped, getting myself riled, and then she ... just as slowly... turned, and we looked at each other. She stared so full in my face I felt like a person in darkness in whose face the light had been shone suddenly, and I found myself reeling back, but as she continued staring I was looking into her face and seeing the deep pool of sadness behind those eyes, and I was taken aback. NO ONE has ever looked at me so, and I was wondering what she wanted when she seemed to ... stand down... and then she spoke softly, and surprisingly melodiously, because i had taken her face as being an angry one, and when she did, the kids, somewhere in front of me, went into 'active mode' because they had been KNEELING somewhere in front of me and so deathly silent it was... unnatural.
All this time the woman did not take her eyes off of me, and I looked back at her as I stopped oggling the kids' sudden frenetic activity as they raced into the white Merc, and she was still searching my face.
I walked away, remembering that the day before, when I had seen butt-head and nicky? who leaned towards me, I had been upset.
Then I had done this thing, the ONLY time I have ever done this:- I said I wanted someone who had michelle's size and nicky?'s hair, and there she was, with her long hair framing her face pretty much the same way nicky?'s had, and SHE had apparently read my anger from a distance and acted to appease me.
She was terrified of me, like all of them were, so much so that I have concluded that the 'turning back of the shadow ten steps' means for me in THIS case, ten women who would see beneath the facade and see the angry man  I was keeping hidden.

6)Then there is the girl with her book Shopaholic Girl who was lying on the beach that Saturday afternoon with a male companion, who when she saw me come on past her, and looking at her extraordinarily black, long, straight, hair, and want to see the face underneath covered her face with her arm, and thus showed her breasts, and I liked those, and then when I passed again, and still wanted to see her face, she lay back just as I came near, so I got a shot of her front, and well I liked that, and when I came again a third time, she turned and lay on her back just as I would have seen her face to face, and I saw her sexy ass, after smiling vaguely in my direction, and then when I still came her way, THEN did I see her face, and know that I would not have to worry like I had done over the diving lady, whose face I do not know even now, kinda like the cinderella story, only this time I would have to walk around, minus glass slippers, wondering just what woman is likely to come out of that!
Well, at least I heard her voice as she asked 'how is visibility?' to some guy who was coming from the water; an even confident voice.
7)Then there is the blonde woman who smiled at me so dazzlingly the OTHER Saturday when I turned to look at her as I was confronted by the ugly mean-tempered little woman with her DVD. The smile made me go 'wow' and gave my heart a lurch, while at the same time I was looking at her wondering whether she was married, and all I saw were rings on her two first fingers of each hand, and later, when she walked to the children's section of the Fish Hoek library she turned to face me as I sat at the terminal with a hurt look.

8)Speaking of smiles, I... suppose... the other woman with her flat shoes, long skirt and low-cut blouse under her open ... jersey... that smiled like a person who had just discovered the key of life as she came up to where I sat at the bench outside the Fish Hoek library would qualify, because even as I wondered if she was happy to see the moffie, [and she seemed too well-adjusted, except for the blouse that did not quite show her breasts, though I stared and tried to coax one out by force of will] she gave him a handshake; the equivalent of a 'down, doggie' between humans.
well, IF I am right about God revealing my... nature... beforehand to women, then there is no reason why they should not actually... rejoice, because THEY get to live, and have me have sex with them, and enjoy myself, so, well, she qualifies, yes?

9)Then, of course, there was the blonde chick from Simonstown, on the train, who, when I saw her, at first dismissed any possibility of anything happening between me and her because she was neither desperate, like michelle, nor stuck up like nicky?, and yet she was that woman that I knew I would like being with. She was not watching her weight, and what she had was... easy on the eyes, and so, one can imagine my surprise whan the woman started lookig furtively at me than away as if wondering if I would find her interesting to watch, and then the following day found her with a book and her hair dropped to her shoulders... in fact, she looked so ravishing I was turned off, because I started looking to God to find out if He was going to keep on torturing me and never actually do something about things.
yet the days following she kept on drawing my attention, and I was left in no doubt the day I got on the train with the red-head, and then, because the seats are the old-fashioned ones that have people on one side of the aisle facing each other, she, the red-head, sat with the blonde on the seat facing Cape Town while I ignored the opposite seat that would have meant I faced them both from across the walkway, and sat across from them but facing the same way as they were. Woman leaned forward and she drew a finger on the paper that the guy opposite her, maybe her father or uncle or some such and I knew that she was trying to get my attention.

Then there is number ten.
Controversial number ten, but not so, unusual because the... last three... of these women ALL leave question marks, and now, if yesterday the woman had not acted so all out of shape when she saw me 'walking with' someone else I would probably have dropped her totally. But Allison did, and she then drove past the workshop late in the afternoon, and seemed rather unhappy. Never saw her today,maybe she has a broken heart.
So she is not married, because of the placing of the rings, but that is all I am unequivocal about, except, of course, for her ass, and her well-turned legs...mmm, makes me want to drop that number by lady saw on the liquid riddim:

ha ha, I guess when you get down to it, it was pure lust on MY part that got the women so excited, as I stared at them and they caught on to it and responded.

 

baby tell me what you like
I'll give it to you I'll do you right...
I can see from the look in your eyes...
I know you want to get between my thighs

 

If all this is true, then these other women also come, because well, it was lust on sight, like the blonde in the red-dress, and the Claremont girl, and Candice, and Carol's sister, and the library lady.

The mary contrary mother... well... she gave me a LOOK when she followed me into the library,  which makes me a bit wary because, you see that means she would have... expected me... to dance to her tune and be pissed off if I did not do as she expected, but for some reason these rather... fleshy women all seemed rather... humble... in comparison, and did not hassle me to do as they expected.



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watch them melt away like butter
fair living no player mama...
your fat nuh fade away nor flutter...
just gimme the girl with the
natural fat

so let me see my girls
them holding up their man
I know you got a plan
...
[ah well, I prefer the kill them type of song, with blood and guts and all such things, like
Aktion Pak

YESSS!
Now, 'gully side' means, basically, DOWNTOWN, like in the gullies, see, because the people there are low down.
Now, as for me, here at the bottom
I am action pak
no koos koos, no lip lip no parade
right now we are action pak!
yesss!

Fuck, I was going to go over my spelling mistakes and try to make this look good, but I am too disinterested to care.
Well, I have the ten women, and I can safely say that I have fulfilled part of the vision, and so here I am.
Now, the only problem as far as I am concerned, since God speaks of the future in the past while I have to also take into account the fact that I am living in the present, and that it is in the PRESENT that I get to have the answers to all my questions and 'see' what God meant, not, like Him, in the ... mind... but right out there in the practical;- well, my concern is, what happens to the beautiful woman, who has to be butt-head's mom.

Well, she probably will not leave her kids for me, because, well, when everything is viewed from the remote heights of her mansion, it probably all seems quite... weird... and impractical.
So much so that I quite commiserated with faggot-face for driving past the workshop and then coming back later, as if he does not have a care in the world.
I mean, I would do the same too, if I was in his shoes... nuh, I would not, because I would never have gotten myself there to begin with.
Anyway, I just thought you should all know that I have sneakers, got them today, top of the range, apparently God did not like me being exposed that way. i HAVE shoes, that I like, but it was so hot, and I would not wear them, and... anyway... today, after almost falling asleep as I was at the workshop I took the puppy for a walk. I would have loved to go to just peek at the fisherman's hut, but I was... warned... against that, and I realised that He was telling me that I was being watched and that they would assume I was looking for a place to stay after the end of the month, when in fact I am not worried because things are definitely well set up for me, never worry.
I AM going to kill faggot-face and butt-head, and then leave, and then come back, and no, I will not have anyone touch either michelle or nicky? or even butt-head's mom, because i will PERSONALLY deal with them, and never mind what you may assume people, especially you, michelle, but THIS is what I intend, I am going to kill you, and I will kill your friend nicky?, and you will go to hell, and roast there till people are no more on the planet.
You are therefore welcome to try what you will, because I will just ADD on to what is going to happen to you, and make your punishment more.
You were worried about your daughter, do not worry, I will relieve you of your fears, I will kill your little shithead before your eyes, and torment you sorely, because I hate you so much you have no idea, fool!
And I will drop your mother too, and all this BEFORE I leave for Alaska.

Think about that, as the days weave into each other, and try me, if you want, and see if I can be coerced into changing my mind.After all, you said the holy spirit had put you in my path to stop me in my tracks. mmm, I would just love to see that happen, yes?