Last night I watched Sperm Warfare with a friend at the Matrix on Melrose. I thought the play was funny but very over the top. Then again, having acted two plays a year through high school I realise that overdramatization is also a theater technique. And especially in the case of this one, where there's marital discord, the director may have just opted for that.
My favorite part of the play, besides the humor, was the scene wherein this buxom nurse takes her shirt off to encourage the main actor of the play to contain his sperm in a plastic cup, because his wife is in need of an IVF child, having hit her 40s. There were many folks who gushed at her beautiful buttery skin and silken blonde tresses that fell on her near perfect shoulders. Not to mention her beautiful green eyes that always seemed set upon you.
Dont believe me? Take a look.
Her's was the most accomplished performance last night.
After 1.5 hours of watching a play, my theater companion and I decided that we had seen enough theater and needed sometime to hangout and catch up. I hadnt seen her for nearly a year.
We went to Urth Cafe. If you havent tried it out, you must go. Got our hot drinks, some thing to nibble at and started yakking. The place was really crowded. There were these two hot russian gals sitting next to us, with a guy who was trying hard to put the moves on both of them.
Both of us were talking pretty loud, but who really cares right? Its just a conversation between two strangers to the other folks at the cafe. I was suprised, this russian girl from the other table walked over and seated her on our table. You guys are having such an interesting conversation, can I join you guys. I looked a at Jane, Jane looked at me and out of common courtesy were like sure, please do. We were going to leave in a few minutes anyway, we had chugged down most of our drinks.
Her name was Elena. She was actually very pretty. Long slender legs, amazing hair, and blue eyes. That was probably why we didnt mind her joining us. Strange how one's looks provide an unspoken advantage. Anyways, she was a dentist, told us that she came here in 1996 from Russia. And we generally started talking. She would ask Jane a question, but look towards me. And Jane would respond and she would ask another question and then Jane would respond again. I knew what was happening. I just smiled at her, occasionally wrapping her perfect physique with my fixated gaze.
Her friend joined us too. You could easily make out that she was the wingwoman. She tried to initiate conversation with Jane, which was perfect. Elena and I were looking at each other, smiling, and generally enjoying each other's presence without speaking a word. For a moment, two strangers were being intimate with each other, by only baring their eyes, smile and imagination to one another.
Sharjeel. SharJEEL. SHARJEEL!! Jane exclaimed. I looked at her slightly dazed, as if she had woken me up from a beautiful dream. She gesticulated with a turn of her head that we should leave. I obliged and off we went.
I need to see her once more. I turned in the general direction of where we were sitting. She was on her chair and had turned her body around to watch us go. I smiled, she smiled and waved back. And thus we parted.
As I walked Jane to her car, we talked. Why didnt you get her number? No, it was nothing like that, I responded. You were looking at her as if you'd make her clothes melt, Jane said laughingly. Have a good night Jane. It was good to see you. The customary hug and Jane sped off.
As I passed by Urth Cafe in my car, I thought of going back in to see if Elena was still there. I didnt. I loved the moment we shared too much to go back and spoil it with number exchanging akwardness.
Keyshia and Diddy crooned on 102.7. I could see it in her eyes, all crying out with nothing to say. May be she was looking for a real connection, just as I was and we wanted it without trying.
My favorite part of the play, besides the humor, was the scene wherein this buxom nurse takes her shirt off to encourage the main actor of the play to contain his sperm in a plastic cup, because his wife is in need of an IVF child, having hit her 40s. There were many folks who gushed at her beautiful buttery skin and silken blonde tresses that fell on her near perfect shoulders. Not to mention her beautiful green eyes that always seemed set upon you.
Dont believe me? Take a look.
Her's was the most accomplished performance last night.
After 1.5 hours of watching a play, my theater companion and I decided that we had seen enough theater and needed sometime to hangout and catch up. I hadnt seen her for nearly a year.
We went to Urth Cafe. If you havent tried it out, you must go. Got our hot drinks, some thing to nibble at and started yakking. The place was really crowded. There were these two hot russian gals sitting next to us, with a guy who was trying hard to put the moves on both of them.
Both of us were talking pretty loud, but who really cares right? Its just a conversation between two strangers to the other folks at the cafe. I was suprised, this russian girl from the other table walked over and seated her on our table. You guys are having such an interesting conversation, can I join you guys. I looked a at Jane, Jane looked at me and out of common courtesy were like sure, please do. We were going to leave in a few minutes anyway, we had chugged down most of our drinks.
Her name was Elena. She was actually very pretty. Long slender legs, amazing hair, and blue eyes. That was probably why we didnt mind her joining us. Strange how one's looks provide an unspoken advantage. Anyways, she was a dentist, told us that she came here in 1996 from Russia. And we generally started talking. She would ask Jane a question, but look towards me. And Jane would respond and she would ask another question and then Jane would respond again. I knew what was happening. I just smiled at her, occasionally wrapping her perfect physique with my fixated gaze.
Her friend joined us too. You could easily make out that she was the wingwoman. She tried to initiate conversation with Jane, which was perfect. Elena and I were looking at each other, smiling, and generally enjoying each other's presence without speaking a word. For a moment, two strangers were being intimate with each other, by only baring their eyes, smile and imagination to one another.
Sharjeel. SharJEEL. SHARJEEL!! Jane exclaimed. I looked at her slightly dazed, as if she had woken me up from a beautiful dream. She gesticulated with a turn of her head that we should leave. I obliged and off we went.
I need to see her once more. I turned in the general direction of where we were sitting. She was on her chair and had turned her body around to watch us go. I smiled, she smiled and waved back. And thus we parted.
As I walked Jane to her car, we talked. Why didnt you get her number? No, it was nothing like that, I responded. You were looking at her as if you'd make her clothes melt, Jane said laughingly. Have a good night Jane. It was good to see you. The customary hug and Jane sped off.
As I passed by Urth Cafe in my car, I thought of going back in to see if Elena was still there. I didnt. I loved the moment we shared too much to go back and spoil it with number exchanging akwardness.
Keyshia and Diddy crooned on 102.7. I could see it in her eyes, all crying out with nothing to say. May be she was looking for a real connection, just as I was and we wanted it without trying.
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