Several Moral Dilemmas Rolled into One Post.
I have an audition for a role in a play. So does this girl who, I have found quite attractive for a while, although I fear she might be a bit ethereal.
In any case, aesthetically I know that there is something going on underneath her rather modest clothes, and I wouldn't mind peeling a few layers to see what is lurks at her core, if you will.
She contacted me wondering if I would like to go to her house for dinner, and go over the audition scene in which we are both playing the corresponding roles (Sadly, not alove lust scene. It takes so much pressure off, you know? In any case, I replied that I would be delighted to come for dinner; what a help it would be; I'll bring a couple bottles off wine to loosen up with, get the emotion flowing etc.
On the way there I looked up at a block of apartments and could see up a girl's skirt. She was wearing gorgeous french knickers, and I stopped to truly appreciate what fortune had been put before me: The female form is a beatific thing, and to be granted such a bounteous view ... should I have walked away, eyes averted, maybe even a cry of:
'M'lady should step inside where she can cover her privates from the view of perverts and thieves'
???
I met myself half way, staying only long enough to feel only a slight sensation in my loins.
At the apartment of my affections, I entered to the smell of cooking, but something was wrong. 'Come in', she called out, 'I'm just finishing cooking dinner.' I entered and made my way to the kitchen, only to find her pouring a jar of pasta sauce into a saucepan.
I could barely hide my disgust. She asked me if I was okay, and I told her that I felt somewhat ill, which wasn't entirely untrue. I declined dinner, continuing along the ill-health line, but sat drinking a bottle of Pinot Gris while she scoffed down her penne with strikingly red sauce, and a little grated cheddar on top.
I judged her. I never want to see her again. I don't know if this makes me shallow, a snob, or ill-informed (maybe all three), one thing I can tell you is that my sweet balcony woman had gone, but as I passed her apartment, I thought I got a whiff of fresh gnocchi.
In any case, aesthetically I know that there is something going on underneath her rather modest clothes, and I wouldn't mind peeling a few layers to see what is lurks at her core, if you will.
She contacted me wondering if I would like to go to her house for dinner, and go over the audition scene in which we are both playing the corresponding roles (Sadly, not a
On the way there I looked up at a block of apartments and could see up a girl's skirt. She was wearing gorgeous french knickers, and I stopped to truly appreciate what fortune had been put before me: The female form is a beatific thing, and to be granted such a bounteous view ... should I have walked away, eyes averted, maybe even a cry of:
'M'lady should step inside where she can cover her privates from the view of perverts and thieves'
???
I met myself half way, staying only long enough to feel only a slight sensation in my loins.
At the apartment of my affections, I entered to the smell of cooking, but something was wrong. 'Come in', she called out, 'I'm just finishing cooking dinner.' I entered and made my way to the kitchen, only to find her pouring a jar of pasta sauce into a saucepan.
I could barely hide my disgust. She asked me if I was okay, and I told her that I felt somewhat ill, which wasn't entirely untrue. I declined dinner, continuing along the ill-health line, but sat drinking a bottle of Pinot Gris while she scoffed down her penne with strikingly red sauce, and a little grated cheddar on top.
I judged her. I never want to see her again. I don't know if this makes me shallow, a snob, or ill-informed (maybe all three), one thing I can tell you is that my sweet balcony woman had gone, but as I passed her apartment, I thought I got a whiff of fresh gnocchi.
Comments
No offence intended.
unforgivable.
How I should have said what I said - "She's invited you into her house and gone through the trouble of cooking for you. I think maybe you were a little judgemental and could be a little more appreciative of her hospitality."
I think you are a wee bit of a food snob. That's ok, I'm a music and art snob.