Kimono Dame II

      it had been a rushed couple of days. i hadn't showered, shaved, the hair on my no longer bald head was starting to grow into waves, which made my head itchy, which always made me look dumbfounded because i was constantly scratching my head and looking at the floor in frustration. Finally, i made some time and came home, kicked my shoes off and munched down a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios topping it with a large scoop of peanut butter. I was ready for my shower. i felt like i was 9 years old again.
     Refreshed from my spa and haircut, the top of my head felt like the bottom of a young teenage girls bum, it was such a nice feeling i sat reading and rubbing the top of my head. i though of Kurtz in Apocalypse Now, rubbing the top of his head as he read from his notes on the horror, not knowing just how far he'd gone. the room was stuffy, and even with all the windows open, it still felt like i couldn't breath properly, a cigarette was due. so i did.
     The pile of furniture was still out on the sidewalk,  i wasn't sure if anyone would pick it up, but it made for a nice place to sit and relax. i stretched out on the coffee table and lit up my smoke. my mind wandered, i wanted to build a fort with this furniture and pretend it was the central hub of the Allied Forces, all communication would be passed through our fortress, a distinct code, better than Morse Code, more complex than computer codes, but simpler than Java Code, i would be the only kid available to decipher them, and as i was shot and lay dying, i'd teach my apprentice how the code was based on shoe sizes.
     "Hey."
i pulled my forearm away from my eyes and looked up, it was her, the Kimono Dame.
"oh shit, hey... Are you stalking me woman? or am i just timing my smoke right?"
"weird huh, i know!... i'm gonna have a smoke with you." - she sat down on the other end of the coffee table with her back slightly towards me, my palms began sweating instantly. her fingers were long and limber, like her body, her skin was pale but not too far powdery white, i watched her pull a Malboro 100 out and eye me for a lite. i flicked the zippo once, no lite, i flicked it again and again, and it didn't seem to be working, finally when it did light up, it flickered high and the flame almost burnt her bangs off. She giggled then, and i smiled softly.
"almost caught your bangs there."
"close call!" *giggle*  - She reminded me of the mom in The Shining... What was her name again? Shelly Duvall, yeah... Her hair was very black and very thin, her bangs hanging over her pale forehead. i always had the hotts for Shelly Duvall, maybe thats why i eyed the Kimono Girl?
       We had brief small talk. i asked her how her day went and where she was from. As she rambled on about something that i was halfway listening to, i deduced that she was halfway crazy. i had met dames like her before,  we connect, our opinions and judgments run inline, it seems like it would end up being a night of great talk over a bottle of wine and maybe some nice making out. but it never reaches that point with these kind of women. there's a reason why they are alone, why they are single, and it's because they are  indecisive and petty. She had her gym clothes on but no sweat stains, which meant it was a recreational activity. her back was turned to me but her pupils were dilated, which is what happens when you're attracted to someone and you're talking about things that make you feel mushy inside. These dames were all the same, they wanted you to validate them but still let them feel independent and girlie. Their mistakes were not mistakes, but "accidents" and she was not held accountable for any of it.
She could not stand being alone.
      She was scared of her own thoughts. what a pity.

      Eventually her brother in law (sisters' husband) came by on his hipster bike and they both took off for a ride. she tried to talk me into going out with her, but i declined nicely and headed upstairs. she waved bye and flashed me a goofy kool-aide smile. she made me feel warm inside, but i also felt very defensive, the vibes coming off of her gave me the feeling of someone giving me a blowjob but sticking their finger in my ass. the blowjob felt great, and i dug it, but the finger up my ass made me feel uncomfortable and very tense, my palms were still sweaty as i walked over to the bar in my living room and poured a Whiskey and Ginger-Ale, my feet went up on the coffee table and i thought about her for a second, and then, i opened my laptop and wrote it all down.