Steven: you're Incurable, but..
in a Good way ;^>
As to that later-diss, right from "Charlie Brown's {never-responsive} little-red-haired-girl", you're not alone in the prescribed lovelorn predicament!
In *Kinder-garten, where the class would 'play? ...'prey?--upon various primitive instruments/pretending Music would result.
There was a small-Goddess noticed, happily just then adjacent to moi!. After a time we were to switch to another instrument--kinda musical chairs thing? But I sat still.
I recall perfectly The Teacher, so-artfully escaping an actual er, confrontation-with-a-tyke!!? (horrors) thence uttering my first-ever heard,
'lateral arabesque'--though I had no knowledge of such a phrase, 'course:
~~{soothingly} Ashton seems to like The Rhythm-Sticks! {{ugh}} ..but the next fuzzy-words escape the neuron-file, to effect:
OK you shameless little conniver--This Time you can cheat The Rulez. But...
Ditto outcome, even though {sob} an arm's-touch away: ..I next had to move-on to The Triangle IIRC ...bereft. :-/
Life's a Bitch innit?
* back-story: My, later-Fav, Aunt taught at this school, walking distance from our digs then. I regret never asking her later if that micro-incident got passed on?
aka if Teach even Noticed the hormonal, Vulcan?-ƒorces present in that fleeting 'scene'. Oh well.
As to that later-diss, right from "Charlie Brown's {never-responsive} little-red-haired-girl", you're not alone in the prescribed lovelorn predicament!
In *Kinder-garten, where the class would 'play? ...'prey?--upon various primitive instruments/pretending Music would result.
There was a small-Goddess noticed, happily just then adjacent to moi!. After a time we were to switch to another instrument--kinda musical chairs thing? But I sat still.
I recall perfectly The Teacher, so-artfully escaping an actual er, confrontation-with-a-tyke!!? (horrors) thence uttering my first-ever heard,
'lateral arabesque'--though I had no knowledge of such a phrase, 'course:
~~{soothingly} Ashton seems to like The Rhythm-Sticks! {{ugh}} ..but the next fuzzy-words escape the neuron-file, to effect:
OK you shameless little conniver--This Time you can cheat The Rulez. But...
Ditto outcome, even though {sob} an arm's-touch away: ..I next had to move-on to The Triangle IIRC ...bereft. :-/
Life's a Bitch innit?
* back-story: My, later-Fav, Aunt taught at this school, walking distance from our digs then. I regret never asking her later if that micro-incident got passed on?
aka if Teach even Noticed the hormonal, Vulcan?-ƒorces present in that fleeting 'scene'. Oh well.