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March 17, 2005
Of Kings and women, and narcissusim
They say you might be able to make two kings share a kingdom, but you can never have two women share a house. A few weeks ago I picked up Kiana from her Dance class, when we got home, Marjan and Amin were not home yet, so we drove in the garage, and walked in the house, she was following me, I was half way through the kitchen when I heared her say" Only two of us home, I wish it was always like this", I turned around and saw her with her back against the door, leaning a bit to the side, hair hair on her face, looking at me. I was shocked, and laughed loudly. Well my Kiana has always made sure her presence was felt, when she was five, one night before she falls sleep she said" Daddy, when I grow up, why don't you divorce Mommy, and marry me". when I told Marjan about that, she said underbreath" that little......", anyway, now this has become a problem, the minute I am home, she runs to me with hugs and kisses, then she does not leave me untill she falls sleep. When we sit to dinner, Marjan and I, we like to be alone together, so we can talk, at least half an hour to fourty five minutes. But Kiana would not have any of it, she comes and sit on my lap, helps herself from my plate, and asks so many questions, which aggrivates Marjan. We tell her we like to be alone, so she leaves, but only for a few minutes, then she is back, with a sad face "I wanna get something from the refrigrator", she says, or "aren't you guys done", she makes sure she does not leave us alone for even a minute. Not long ago, I was laying down on my belly in Amin's room, Marjan was cleaning Amin's closet, and we were talking, Kiana walked in, and laid on my back hoding my sides, and said"Daddy you are so BIG, WARM, And Comfy", to which Marjan replied, "Well, Kiana when you grow up why don't you marry a big, warm, and comfy guy", without missing a beat, Kiana replied," no, I will get a couch". The girl is sharp.
I always wanted to have a daughter, specially after Amin's birth, I would have really prefered to have a daughter, and not another son, I always thought raising a daughter would be such pleasure, and beautiful experience. After kIANA, I would love to have ten daughters if I could, but Marjan is not cooperating, so no chance of that. I think every man should have at least one daughter, it would give us much different view of the world, and such and amazing way of recieving unconditional Love. I also think, and believe, a girl's relationship with her father would have such a big influence on her life, and her relationships with the men in her life. I have seen that by observing many young women in my family and friends. of course the same can be said about Boys and their mothers, I personally did not have a very close relationship with my mother, there were five of us, and my poor mom had enough to do to take care of her brood. This resulted in many unsuccessful relationships with women in my youth, and my tendency to leave them before they left me. After marrying Marjan, I bacame closer to my Mom, and living with Marjan has given me a different view of how to relate to women.
Got to tell you this too, you might laugh but it is true, since i remember, I always though that I was an object of desire for every woman even as a kid, young or old, (stop laughing), and in my youth, even now I do not think that there would be a woman in reasonable circumstances that could resist me, I know , I know, I am an average looking guy, heck, even a bit frumpy these days. But with women, is not how you look, but how you make them feel when they are with you, and THAT I CAN DO, when I focus on any women, I could make her feel like a star,
I know how to listen to them, and be as understated as possible.(stop laughing now Cyrus). I also know how to talk in women's language, it's not that I turn that on, but I do mostly talk in women's toungues. and believe me the process is most of the fun, and refusal also makes it better. Oh I said too much, and Marjan knows I am all talk, Don't you love ?. Of course having a beauty like Majan as your companion and wife makes it even easier, they all wonder what does he have that such gorgeous woman stays with him.
Well, Narcissusim, definitely,......but it's mostly due to lack of qualified competitions. I also know how to dance, give me a dance floor and good music and I can show you moves, and women always like a man who knows how to move.
Sometimes I even wonder if my foray to poetry and writing has been because of my obsession with women, I don't know. you see they are guys like me who only talk about it, and then there is FEREYDOON, who actually lives it, he is the gigolo, I am harmless.
Posted by Idinraha at March 17, 2005 11:43 AM
Comments
Since you insist to label me as gigolo! I am going help you with that! You can post it here or as a rant, choice is yours:
Scattered Pages
I paid the taxi driver before I opened the car door. That is just a simple safety measure, not to open your wallet or take your money out while standing outside the taxi, but to pay first and then get out. Meanwhile few children started standing outside trying to sell chewing gums etc.. I had a 5 Real bill (Brazilian currency) in my hand as I opened the door. One of the kids held the umbrella for me while I waited for my other friends to get out of the taxi. As much as I wanted to give some change to some of the kids, but I avoided it because I knew that would just attract more attention and more of them would show up and that was not a safe thing to do. Robert and his girl friend got out of the back seat of the yellow cab and we all rushed toward the club under the umbrellas that were being held for us.
There was already a line in front of the club, but Robert headed towards the right VIP side. The security guard opened the chain, as he shook our hands with a smile. I handed the bill in my hand to the little umbrella boy and went up the stairs in to the building. I looked back; saw our other friends who were in the taxi behind us, doing the same run in the rain that we did. Meanwhile Robert paid 100 Reals for entry of 5 of us. I already could hear the club music coming from upstairs. More handshakes with the bouncers at the main club entrance as we walked up the stairs. There was a line of Brazilian girls on the left side of the wide stairway, waiting to turn in their purse and coats for safekeeping. All different looks from white blond European to dark Amazonians and anything in between, but without exception they all had great bodies!
The main floor was already crowded. An upbeat music was filling the air, men and women were all over the floor space; talking, dancing, laughing with drinks in their hands as the cigarette smokes were circling around them. We headed to the corner seats that were reserved for us. We slide behind the tables. Few sat, but I just could not yet put myself to rest, there was just too much energy in the air, so I continued standing and watching the crowd as the waiter started taking drink orders. There were two bars on the floor where most of the crowd were getting their drinks expect our limited VIP seating which were being served by the waiters. Looking up, I could see a loft type second floor that was wrapping on 3 sides of the very large dance area. The DJ section was placed in the center of the second floor. The right side of the dance floor had a raised stage where mostly girls were dancing and on the wall next to the stage was a very large screen showing music videos.
Soon arrived Coca Cola, Tonic, Red Bull and water in silver buckets filled with ice, lots of glasses and bottles of Absolute, Patron and Chives. They were being poured in to the glasses as fast as they were being put on the tables. As if the true marathon of partying could not begin without the starting bullet of the drinks. The waiter asked how I wanted my Vodka and I answered with Tonic. The glasses were going up in the air with the words of cheers and sauté. Another couple that we had met in Brazil also joined us. We had the best spot in the club. The 3 girls in our group were Brazilian and excluding me now there were 3 other guys, one Iranian, Brazilian and American. Couple of girls in our group were already dancing as they were standing in front of the tables. Acoustics were great; we could hear each other talk without shouting, yet the music was loud and clear. Guys were teasing me about not being with anyone and showing me different girls in the crowd. Now even the girls in the group started to tease me about it. I found this a good time to break away and check the place out as I headed to the bathroom, which was all the way on the opposite side of the club. I had to find my way through everyone who was standing, but I was in no rush to get there. Few smiles, glance in the eyes, looking down at few beautiful legs, touches here and there and some exchanges of the word desculpe (excuse me) as I was passing by.
On my way back I came the other way, this way I had made a complete circle of the main floor. The place was just fantastic, better than anything I had seen for while. By now the crowd at the table had grown, few of the girl friends (of the girl friends!) were there too. I poured the next drink and started chatting, joking, laughing along with all, and soon a group of us headed to the dance floor. I wasn’t dancing with anyone specific, there were more than enough girls in our group that there was no need to be concerned about finding a dance partner. Everyone was warm, fun, friendly and we were having a great time and afterall that was the purpose we were all there.
By the time we got back to the table, we had the most fun corner of the club. The sounds of laughter, beautiful smiles, warm touches, hugs, kisses, shaking butts and the raised glasses of drinks….. Yet in my own subtle way, I was aware of all the surrounding, checking out everything and everyone. I remember the movie Roger Dodger when the uncle was telling his teenage nephew about how on a good day he could even see behind him. I always could associate with that when I was in a crowd of people especially when I was checking the girls out! It was then that I looked across to the left of the dance floor. It is hard to explain. There was this wide glass like step there. A beautiful blue light was shining from its floor space and she was sitting on the shining step. She was blond. Long legs. Dark pants, Dark blouse with no sleeves in high heels. She looked something like Angelina Julie, but younger and taller. Very beautiful, yet with a modest look. She was busy talking to another tall blond who seemed younger.
I watched her for about 10 minutes as I was chatting. Then I started walking her way. I don’t think I said anything to anyone about her, no I didn’t, I just started heading in her direction through the crowd . This was not planned, it just happened. All I could see at that moment was she and no one else anymore. As if we were the only ones there or wherever I was at that moment. All I could see was a girl in a blue light at a distance. She was not yet noticing me. I am not sure where she was looking at but as I got closer she saw me approaching her. Our eyes had already met and I have no idea if I had a serious face or had a smile on, but now I was standing in front of her and she was looking at me with anticipation.
What a smile she had! I do not even attempt to describe it, I wish I knew how! All I was hoping for was that she continues smiling and allow me to look at her, but I didn’t say that.
“Oi” I said…. (Hi)
and she said the same
Voce fala Ingles? (You speak English?)
So um Pouco, (just a little)…and she continued in Portuguese “ I have been going to school for the past few months studying English ”
“E eu falo um pouco de portguese tambem” (and I speak some portguese also), “Meu nome e David”, and I switched to English and said: “What is your name?”
“My name is Flavia”, she replied in English with a smile
I already sensed that she had accent but a sweet one
Nice meeting you Flavia, I said
She looked slightly puzzled as she smiled, so I immediately switched to portuguse again and said “prazer Flavia”.
Tambem, ( me too), she replied
I asked her if she would likes to join us for a drink at our table as I was pointing at our group. She looked at that direction, took a look at her friend who by now was chatting with another girl, got her nonverbal approval, stepped down where she was sitting and walked along with me as I was leading her with her hand in mine. With her high heels she was as tall or even taller than me. I too was wearing all black. I had a black shirt with a classy design on it which I had bought the day before at my favorite store in Rio De Janeiro and I was wearing it loose over my black pants. I looked good and now looked even much better with her beside me, or may be I better rephrase that to a more politically correct sentence: I thought we looked good together.
Everyone at our table immediately noticed her without me saying a word or even attempting to get anyone’s attention and that was not an easy task at that moment, but her presence was enough to have all the eyes quickly pointed at our direction…
To be continued someday....
Posted by: Fereydoon at March 17, 2005 03:35 PM
Don't we love talking about ourselves?! Let me guess, you had a mirror in hand admirring yourself as you wrote!! And you are correct about women. It's not look, it's how you make us feel.
Posted by: Maryam at March 17, 2005 09:56 PM
[shaking head] Ahhh pleeeeze! We are kinda full of ourselves, aren't we?
On the other hand, the first two paragraphs were sweet - and I smiled...
Posted by: cycho ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.idinraha.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at March 18, 2005 12:37 AM
yes this place has all been about talking about self and that is what Javad has been insisting on. I have sent him things before that he hasn't published. So I eventually took the offer :-)
Posted by: Fereydoon at March 18, 2005 10:03 AM
hello david, I am anticipating the next installment,,anytime soon? I was definitely getting the image of Zorro and Jessica Rabbit during your descriptions! lol,,,anyway nice to meet a man who doesn't need any encouragement to talk about himself (!?)
Posted by: chey at April 20, 2005 02:57 PM
well, Chey hello, wellcome, I loved what you wrote about Hugh Prather, a good friend of mine for many years, I hope you explore our site further, I have close to hundred poems, there is also a book in progress. so I hope you enjoy the site and we see you often
Posted by: Idinraha at April 20, 2005 03:46 PM