When I fall in love...

I have always considered myself the absolute authority on love. After all, I do fall in love almost every day. That I fall out of it within a matter of a few hours is not the bone of contention here. Come to think of it, since we are not even remotely canine there is no bone anywhere except that funny thing near the elbow that sends a sensation that can be only described as almost but not quite entirely unlike spine-tingling every time it is so much as brushed.

But seriously. Why is that bone called 'funny bone'? What is funny about scratching fingernails on the blackboard or banging empty steel vessels? Or for that matter, having your entire life flash before your eyes the moment your funny bone rubs against cotton-wool? Again, why is it called cotton-wool? Did the Merino deserve this?

Anyway. Coming back to the point (When was the last time I did that? No, really. I am curious.). If I could count the number of women I loved (No, not made love to.) I would have the most number of fingers any being ever had during the entire evolutionary history of not only this planet but many others put together. And if I could count the number of women who loved me I would have the least number of fingers any being ever had during the entire evolutionary history of not only this planet but many others put together. Basically, that tells you I am not just large-hearted but thick-skinned too.

I have issues. No, not of the heir kind. Partly because I don't have any fortune of any size that anyone would ever want to inherit. Mostly because I have been lucky so far. Ha ha ha. Even I could not keep a straight face with that one. May be I am losing my touch. Old age is cruel. That does not mean that the women readers of this blog should take me completely off their radar. Who knows? You could be the next person my heart decides to go to. Why deny yourself that?

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Don McLean - American Pie

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:31pm

Um. Ah. Let's take a minute to compose ourselves after reading those last few lines, shall we?

Yes, now, Scripto... the thing is, you don't have to use your fingers to count, you know. You do not need fingers. You just need a good enough brain.

PS. Where's the falling in love? I finally thought that you're going to bare all.

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:34pm

What do you mean I do not need fingers? How would I ever use the keyboard without them? Jeez, Aran! And, damn. You made me use 'jeez', a slang as American as it can get. But let's forget about this, please, and move on.

PS: I did. What were you expecting? Bare-chested pictures of me?

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:37pm

*snicker* Bare-chested... Bwahahahaha! That was a good one! :D

Well, I wouldn't mind really... :p

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:43pm

Of course you wouldn't. But where does the buck stop? In the buck?

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:47pm

It will have to, won't it? I mean, there's nothing more you can do after that.

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:49pm

Aran, you really should get out more often. There are some things you can only do after that.

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:51pm

We're talking about posting pics here. Now really, what more could you show? But, well, just give us the bare-chested. I guess that'll do. :D

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:53pm

For all you know, I may have man-boobs. Would you like to see that?

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:55pm

Do you have man-boobs?

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:57pm

I could have man-boobs. I asked you if you would like to see them.

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 10:58pm

I will decide when you answer me.

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 11:00pm

I shall answer when you decide.

PS: Our very first vicious circle!

Posted by Aran [Reply]
4 Nov 2006, 11:01pm

I'm never vicious. :p So, yes. Show.

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
5 Nov 2006, 12:24am

A pun, Aran? Have things really come to this now?

Posted by Twigrl [Reply]
6 Nov 2006, 11:00pm

Mr. Writer you definately are a lill detached.... somehow i always managed to read in between lines and make sense of what you write, but this time the tune is diff...this post is so unlike you....I am unable to connect the dots... :(

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
6 Nov 2006, 11:25pm

Twigrl, good to have you back!

Well, it is nice to know that I still have the ability to flummox. I was beginning to think that the muse had gone on an indefinite vacation, and that I was losing my touch. :)

But your point is well taken. Perhaps in the next post you would be able to connect the dots.

Posted by Aran [Reply]
8 Nov 2006, 1:06am

Twigrl, you'd be unable to connect the dots of anyone who waffles on for four fairly-sized paragraphs and still doesn't talk about his falling in love when the title of the post makes you believe he will. Glad to see you. :)

Posted by Twigrl [Reply]
9 Nov 2006, 7:26am

smiles! indeed you are right Aran! Mr writer seems to be going..... fill in the blank..hehehe. Mr Writer, its always nice to get away from ^&%$%$ to read your blog!

Posted by Script Writer [Reply]
9 Nov 2006, 10:16am

Now, that's encouragement!

On a more poignant note, however. When have I ever said what the title of my post implied I would?