courtsey of roommate, i had the pleasure of enjoying some quasi art talk with nothing than less the most spectular woman of the year. it’s a bit premature to really say that given that i don’t really know anything about her but i will let my intitution have it’s fun tonight. granted, i could be a little enthalled by her physical gorgeousness but in the brief time, she prove herself more mysteriously beautiful on the inside. maybe, it’ just the summer heat that gets to my congested head and i am just swimming in my own lukewarm fantasies. either way, it’s always a refreshing experience to know that we are out there. even if they’re untouchable for whatever excuse i’ve created for myself. maybe it will be different this time because she actually gave me her biz card without me asking for it but maybe she just wants me to take a pretty photo of her. either way, i may be able to do better than this photo of her i found on the web. it was actually an frigthening experience to remember having seen her name and face before in a magazine (in one of those society rags) and then actually realizing that i had thoughts about her prior to meeting her. yeah, there are some synchocitiy at play here and i mustn’t ignore it like everything else in my narrow but deep focus.
