Scenes of sexual tension
Twenty days since my last entry already?
Days come and days go, time slips by silently and quickly, like a mouse through the grass.
I don't know, I'm so busy these days. This is good and also bad. I come home late, often tired, drained of enthusiasm for tap-tap-tapping away at the computer, much less work up a desire for smutty talk. Not that there's anything to report in that area, anyway.
But don't give up on me, dear reader! The mojo will return, of that I have little doubt.
In the meantime talk amongst yourselves and I'll leave you to ponder this here picture (click to enlarge) which amuses and fascinates me strangely.
No idea who these people are, or what exactly is going on here, but, unless I'm reading it wrong, it's a scene cut through with a wonderfully awkward sexual tension. A comi-tragic one at that. What do you make of it? What do you think is going on?
Some observations to take note of:
* I think it's more than safe to say that it's his room we're looking at: a room that doesn't see too many female visitors either, at that.
*Yet here they sit, albeit stiffly, perched on the edge of the bed, with closed body language: who are those two women? What are they to him? Relatives? Daughter's of his parents' friends? They look dressed for a night out, he does not, particularly.
* But he has a wet patch on the bottom of his jeans, so he has been outside.
*Can't be arsed to shift your carcass all the way to the fridge and back for beery goodness? No problem! Just stick a box of lager on it's end in your room, tear open and help yourself!
*Is that "Lite" beer?
* Oh, look at him, the poor sod. He doesn't know what to do with himself.
* He looks mortified, in fact. Has his sense of decor let him down, perhaps?
*All those game consoles!
*Those books stacked up on the dresser - all study/text books?
* Okay, so he likes puerile, third division cartoon comedy, and I know he thought it might brighten the room up a little bit, but the Family Guy poster: ARGH!
*Okay, the bed. Dear god almighty, the bed. I mean, if you're going to get one thing right... The mix-n-don't-match, shabby bed clothes in three vile colours - it's making me feel uncomfortable so no wonder the three of them look like they want to be elsewhere.
*The next day he goes to his mate: "Know what? After this picture was taken? Those two girls? They totally lezzed up. [gulps Lite lager] Tellin' yer, man - right there on my frickin' bed, dude!"
*The poor bastard's got no chance here.
* Did I mention the Hooters t-shirt? Good, because that would just be kicking a man when he's down, really. Y'know?
I sneer, but why do I find this tableau so recognisable?
Days come and days go, time slips by silently and quickly, like a mouse through the grass.
I don't know, I'm so busy these days. This is good and also bad. I come home late, often tired, drained of enthusiasm for tap-tap-tapping away at the computer, much less work up a desire for smutty talk. Not that there's anything to report in that area, anyway.
But don't give up on me, dear reader! The mojo will return, of that I have little doubt.
In the meantime talk amongst yourselves and I'll leave you to ponder this here picture (click to enlarge) which amuses and fascinates me strangely.
No idea who these people are, or what exactly is going on here, but, unless I'm reading it wrong, it's a scene cut through with a wonderfully awkward sexual tension. A comi-tragic one at that. What do you make of it? What do you think is going on?
Some observations to take note of:* I think it's more than safe to say that it's his room we're looking at: a room that doesn't see too many female visitors either, at that.
*Yet here they sit, albeit stiffly, perched on the edge of the bed, with closed body language: who are those two women? What are they to him? Relatives? Daughter's of his parents' friends? They look dressed for a night out, he does not, particularly.
* But he has a wet patch on the bottom of his jeans, so he has been outside.
*Can't be arsed to shift your carcass all the way to the fridge and back for beery goodness? No problem! Just stick a box of lager on it's end in your room, tear open and help yourself!
*Is that "Lite" beer?
* Oh, look at him, the poor sod. He doesn't know what to do with himself.
* He looks mortified, in fact. Has his sense of decor let him down, perhaps?
*All those game consoles!
*Those books stacked up on the dresser - all study/text books?
* Okay, so he likes puerile, third division cartoon comedy, and I know he thought it might brighten the room up a little bit, but the Family Guy poster: ARGH!
*Okay, the bed. Dear god almighty, the bed. I mean, if you're going to get one thing right... The mix-n-don't-match, shabby bed clothes in three vile colours - it's making me feel uncomfortable so no wonder the three of them look like they want to be elsewhere.
*The next day he goes to his mate: "Know what? After this picture was taken? Those two girls? They totally lezzed up. [gulps Lite lager] Tellin' yer, man - right there on my frickin' bed, dude!"
*The poor bastard's got no chance here.
* Did I mention the Hooters t-shirt? Good, because that would just be kicking a man when he's down, really. Y'know?
I sneer, but why do I find this tableau so recognisable?
posted by Dielo at 11:07 pm
4 Comments:
Ah, there you are! Glad you returned. I was afraid my poor verse scared you away.
Now as to this photo...
1. My first response was that this photo was digitally altered. How else could those two attractive young women be there?
2. Then I thought, maybe this is a hostage situation? The only way those girls would be there would be by gunpoint.
3. Jest aside, here's my take. I think there was a party in the adjoining room and the girls went into this room to talk. The young man, with beer-induced courage, thought he could chat them up, but soon learned that he could not scale the formidable wall of female conversation. At this point, I can feel my maternal instinct kick in and mutter, "Oh, the poor dear!"
What's wrong with the Family Guy poster? I love Peter Griffin ^-^
About the tension... Well, I think he paid... And now he doesn't know what to do with 2 women... Or maybe he's a virgin like me.
beijinhos da Maria
I have missed you, I miss you now. And I have coffee all down my front from laughing.
Looks like he's trying to hide a ping pong paddle in the hand next to the beer. He's a virgin spanker, been dared to do the deed, and isn't quite up to the task.
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