A Shopping Haul And Photos With Tyler (Part 1)

Freezing Winter Nights

Winter is freezing and in all my life I’ve never remembered a winter quite like this one. It’s only two weeks into the coldest three months of this year but already I’m starting to feel the biting chill, even with the sun partially out. Last night it was so cold that I had to try and keep myself warm even with the new polo neck sweater and today as I type here in my diary, the warm day outside serves no justice as the mirage of heat is quickly misguided. I’m not sure what the temperature right now would be but I can be sure that a long sleeve shirt and long pants would be more comfortable that’s for sure.

As the winter numbed the already frozen streets of Campbelltown last night, I was sitting inside a certain club having a great time. For that reason and my coming home late I couldn’t afford to write in my diary with tired eyes so I went to sleep and now here I am. This I think is the first time this month that I have missed a day to type. Even with work I am keeping myself up to date but there was too much action in the last night to just sit down with half-shut eyes and write…

Sushi In Both Hands

Before this diary hears my generously documented grandeur of last night I shall speak of the Thursday that escaped my writing. Beginning from my tale where I picked up a large roll of Sushi from ‘The Sushi Train’ in Oxford Street I thanked the guy with a tip and started heading back down towards the train. By now all my hands were full with three full bags of shopping in one hand and sushi gently grasped in the other.

Having the elegance of such stylish clothing in one hand and feeling like I was upper-class with the sushi in the other, I headed to the station and then down to wait for a train which came immediately. Taking a seat near the door, the train was filling so I didn’t bother opening up the Sushi and eating in front of all those people. I wasn’t that comfortable with eating in public.

Instead, placing the three bags in between my legs and the Sushi in the top of one of the bags so that it was visible, I just sat back and relaxed knowing that I had a big and proud day of shopping finished. What’s more, I felt satisfied in having planned everything so efficiently, even buying sushi on the way down because I had seen it on the way up Oxford Street. Great shit.

A Thing About Hands

There wasn’t much going in regards to my trip home as I didn’t get to eat and rather, I just patiently watched the stations roll by. However, there were two or three girls that my eye wandered over for the duration of the trip but one of them struck a deep chord of fascination I now have for soft, gentle and clean looking hands. I’m not sure when I developed this fetish for pure hands but the first instance was when I started thinking promiscuous thoughts about Noelle on our Gridiron day in Wollongong.

Taking a look at her hands I could see that they had an old look to them and they didn’t look smooth at all. On top of that and not to sound demeaning, she had one or two blemishes in the shape of moles or discoloration that I didn’t like. In truth, my fetish for hands now stems to the thought of how great they would slide over my body in caressing. The more intimate and substantial thought is that of how they would feel when riding me in oral sex.

When I look at hands I see how gentle a touch they would give to me and how greatly aroused some soft touching, gently smooth hands would be. Rigid hands give me the feeling that it would be rough without such an enjoyable ride and somehow I feel that women with a flocculent, silky touch would know much more of what to do. Therefore, getting back to the train and the lady with the most beautiful hands I have seen, it really does end with that period mark right there.

As she stood with her hands around a pole I looked preciously at what hands would marvel my wonders. The actual lady wasn’t that great a looker but my fascination with her hands made me want to just tell her how much I appreciated them. This girl kept looking at me occasionally on the way home and then when we reached Glenfield and a seat freed up next to me she came to sit down.

The best window of opportunity would have been in the first minute of her sitting down for me to say “You have the most beautiful hands I have ever seen” and maybe add “I bet they would be more beautiful dialing my phone number tonight” but I never raised enough effort for that chance. As the minutes passed so did my passion to speak with her and with each passing moment I changed from a strong will to agitation for always being so unspoken.

Most of the women that I wish to speak with but never do probably wouldn’t turn me down but it’s just my lack of confidence and disability of speaking flowingly (or my thought that I can’t) that makes me lack in confidence, but never in desire. Nevertheless, I am gaining confidence with each outing and with each moment of opportunity that I pass so one day it will come in a big way.

Lunch Plans With Lucas

Reaching Campbelltown the time was 7:00 p.m. and I knew I had a good half an hour before my bus arrived so I took my time in finding a seat. When walking past the front of the station I noticed Lucas just standing there so instead of just walking past him I thought I would walk up to him and chat away. Knowing that he worked in the city in the mailroom of a big company, we started chatting away about how I was buying big in the city and how he was catching a bus back to Bargo.

Lucas told me how he was moving to Miranda in a couple of months to live with his brother in some flats and how he also has a weekend job at Timezone there. When we started talking about work and after realizing that we both jump off at Wynyard and work near each other, having lunch together was our plan. I was interesting in finally having someone sit with me to keep me company as I went out for lunch.

A Stranger Eyes My Sushi

After a couple of minutes we ended our conversation and as he caught his bus I went and sat lonesome where the Bradbury Bus comes before 7:00 p.m. so I could finally eat my sushi. I’ll keep this part short just to say that I had a great filling time eating the sushi and a deranged woman came and sat next to me. She looked like a junkie as she walked to me and told me that some guy stole her wallet and it had all her money and everything in it.

She looked at me with such a struck but feigning face and what pissed me off more is how she eyed my sushi as if she wanted me to offer her some. Because I was under this impression I stopped eating around her and when she didn’t budge from sitting next to me I started getting aggravated. Therefore, instead of walking away or being a prick to her I kindly told her that she could wait for buses down near the station because after 7:00 p.m. they didn’t arrive up there anymore. She listened and departed, a haven for me as I could eat again.

Counting The Cost

Sparing the bus trip, when I arrived back home I decided to take things one at a time in a fluid motion so that I wouldn’t swamp or confuse myself with actions. Therefore, I took my shoes off, left the shopping bags with my shoes, took off my work clothes, threw some in the wash, hung up the suit jacket and then got down to the real business of working out my expenditure and remaining force of liberation.

Saving my dockets and turning on the computer, I took out my money and starting counting up my loses and benefits. When that was done I took a proper look at the photos from the last two weekends and thought they all turned out to be decent, only two not worthwhile.

Bringing in my clothes after ten minutes I spread them out onto my waterbed to look at what I had bought, tore off the tabs and then decided to give Binh a call to see if clubbing was still on at Club Troppo, but it wasn’t. From there I talked to Keith to ask the same thing and then finally I rang Tyler to inform him that I had the photos developed, and making him interested he eagerly came to my house within minutes.

Photos With Tyler

Tyler made his debut around 8:30 p.m. and as he walked in with his casual and uncaring fashion, he flicked through the photos. The subject of Keith getting over Tamsen and his being with Rochelle arose as he flicked through the photos and I reminisced about the glory days and how we never do those things anymore. Now it always has to be a higher standard of life and because we subject ourselves to such ethics it is many a lonely substandard night in quarrel in failing to please our pleasures.

The weekends are never nicely planned so I thought that I should start planning at least one weekend to see if I could get the touch back of being the planner. Thus, the thought of heading out to ‘Retro’ arose and Tyler backed me up to head out for Saturday night so the idea had sprung. However, now I only feel like going out to watch ‘Star Wars’ and I think I will take along Pari and Osama if they feel like heading out. I’ve already tried calling Pari but he’s not home.

Man, I have so much to do today, so much plans but now, so little time. Because I have an intense amount to write in my diary and a few episodes of my ending Sunday has already taken a couple of pages, I know I’m going to miss out on many things today. For one, I wanted to head to Parramatta for a shirt, the city for a tie and then Miranda to look at shoes but neither of them will happen.

I have three days before I go back to work so maybe on each day I will check out a different area. The little errands that I have to run today involve my getting a haircut, fixing my chain and heading to the Gym. I know I can either fit one or the other, Campbelltown’s errands or catching a train to a shopping destination.

Clearing My Debts

Anyway, when Tyler left with the negatives half an hour later I prepared myself to write in my diary. Tyler also commented about my new polo neck sweater and how it was a heaps attractive sweater, better than any of his. This was a great boost of confidence to my choice in clothes but I know that when it comes to fashion I don’t pick many wrong or tasteless choices. I’m a good avid shopper. With Tyler gone and with my mum coming downstairs, I gave her $50 so that I could pay both her and dad off for helping me out with money and with that, my debts to other people were almost clear.

All I had to do now to be debt free was pay Keith $5 and that I had done last night when we headed out. Having an hour or so to write on my computer, I actually stayed up until 11:30 p.m. on Thursday night knowing that it would just fuck up my morning but there was only one more night of work. However, when I woke up on Friday morning I didn’t feel fatigued but a bit springy in my step. Figure that out, less sleep makes me more wary.