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April 30, 2005
Clearance Sale
I miss being arrogant, my brand of arrogance, walking in my store like a peacock. elegant and soft, dressed up, my voice in a hush, choice words on my tongue, making the sounds coming deeper from my throat. Light on my feet with muzings, fast with a joke, talking about almost anything but the object of the client's desire. and at the same time charming them, nice and warm, complimenting the ladies on their choice of hair colors, their shoes, like we were at a garden party rather than a store. showcasing my vast knowledge of art, music, humanity, bragging about my beutifull wife, and her expensive taste, my gorgeous kids, their latest troubles. getting in my Sean Connery accent lightly, misplacing my S's and T's, smiling, the feel that I had them in the palm of my hands so devilishly subtle they would never know, those were the days.
Never discussing price, eluding the answer by muzings and quiet chuckles, having them in heat of desire for what they saw, feeling their passion, and allowing them to purchase, what I had collected so carefully and discriminately, more of a privilige than a product. I miss those days, not only for their finincial freedom it afforded me, but the allowance of being on the stage, the audiance, and me feverish in my movements, my dance. After years of peddling, I had chosen to be the master of my domain, and it felt so good.
Life changes, I do not dress up any more,heck I would not even fit in most of my Armanis, and Zegna's. now it is mostly Corderoy pants and a sweater, a nice shirt purchased at Wallmart, or TG Max, Having to be more curteous, my dryed lips from kissing lower quality, not scented, not oiled asses. no foreplay, just a quick in and out, no passion, and dreaded, retched prices, sales and discount, the traqvesty of it, I feel in exile, out of my elements, out of my geography, like Frazer Crane, working in the local 711. Well have to accept and go on, waiting for those days to come back, I will fit again in my robes, I will be a bit more Grey, with a bigger belly, still jolly, and charming, it would be like riding Bycicles. but for now, wellcome to my Clearance sale.
Posted by Idinraha at April 30, 2005 03:20 PM
Comments
I just watched the movie, "Gogoosh, dauther of Iran". I really enjoyed it. Specially that number of Iranian intellectuals were interviewed and they were marvelous in speaking about Iran and it's culture which Gogoosh was/is part of it. You should watch it. I couldn't stop thinking that you should have been one of those professors, speaking about Iran's culture, music and poetry. I'd never invisioned you as a salesman. Become a freelance writer. Just try it and see what happens.
Posted by: Maryam at April 30, 2005 10:49 PM
Fashion labels never did anything for me anyway.
Posted by: LiveLife at May 1, 2005 01:09 AM