A romantic story about an unromantic hero
Once upon a time there was a man who did not understand society. And when I speak of this man, who regards society as an unfathomable monster, understand that I speak universally of each individual thinker. But there was one man in particular, one man among them, who did not understand society. And what separates him from the other individual thinkers was his unavowed longing for love, his desire for affection, and his absolute honesty about it. He was, in many ways and like other thinkers, a hero. And while his understanding of social romance may be sub-par, there’s no denying that his journey for love is every bit as romantic as they are.
Our hero is named Cassidy, and our journey takes us to America’s bars, pubs, and clubs, raves, and hangouts—anywhere a girl is lurking for our hero’s affections. Unlike the other lovers, in search of sheet music or a partner, Cassidy was in these clubs and bars because, as explained many times, he was human. It was his devotion to the truth and his honesty that made him an unlikely character in this scene. He was fearless, which allowed this truth and honesty to shine through even in threatening situations. As a career, Cassidy was a janitor. He worked in a mall, cleaning things, clearing tables in the food court, picking up trash. He didn’t bother her at all. Earning $2.00 above the minimum hourly wage, he lived a very restricted lifestyle.
There was a club, Club Down And Out, that our friend Cassidy frequented. There were casual contacts here, as well as friendships and lovers. A man would flirt with a woman saying, “You’re fine, I’m fine, why don’t we just get out of this place and do something about it?” Cassidy could hear it and be confused. He fully understood what the man wanted, but the way he presented himself, under the cloak of lies, was what confused Cassidy. Sure, it may be true that pick-up lines like “Nice shoes, do you want to sleep with me?” among others, they may be outdated and rarely used. But according to Cassidy, even though the pickup lines changed, the attitude was just as old-fashioned.
Cassidy had heard enough, sometimes she was approached by men and women, sometimes she saw men approach women and women approach men, or men approach men and women approach women, and the pick up lines she had heard were nothing attractive. Some were successful and some were unsuccessful, but all were filled with a superficiality that was completely inhuman in quality to him. It was time to act, and the object of affection was a girl sitting alone in a booth. She had dreadlocks, thick and natural, which may have been what caught Cassidy’s eye. Anything separate from this unreal reality would be sexy to him. Dreadlocks and a Dead Kennedys t-shirt. He sat in the booth next to her. She searched.
“Will you speak to me, because like all human beings, I long for the physical contact of intimacy, I appreciate the moments of reverence manifested through our actions, I consider that the warm affection is a supreme act of kindness. You will be one with me, because only my Human desires drive me to be with you, as beautiful and individual as you are. And you, like me, are only human, so the drive may not vary much between us.”
The girl got up from the booth and started to walk away. Cassidy kept talking.
Will you love me as I want to love you, because your body is the poetry of life, because your face is a jewel, because I know that the passion you have is incomparable. Because, like every human being, you are an individual, and I love you for that.”
He was in the crowd, disappeared, out of sight.
“Will you give me that one kiss, that one moment, that one night, so that I can forever remember the smell of your soul, the taste of your body, the lingering desire to be forever in your arms? Will you hold me?” close so that I only feel your flesh and the warmth of your body, so that there is nothing to distract me from the beauty of someone so out of reach of society, so that I know nothing but the pure happiness of yourself?
He had walked ten miles away.
“Can I sit here forever, looking into your eyes, not forgetting that there is no one like you? Will you give me your time, so that I can offer you my body and love? Will you give me your lust, so that I can fulfill?” and I offer you mine? Will you give me the precious pearls of your mind and body, so that I can give you security in comfort, life in sex and happiness in existence?
She was in another city.
“Will you let me caress your belly, kiss your neck, nibble your thighs, give you that last kiss shared between the angel of loneliness and the demon of misery? I don’t want to be a lost child, searching forever, letting each flower pass me by. , the indulgence of charity given to me alone, and I do not want to pass for another flower, so sweet-smelling in the summer air, so beautiful as the last that will give itself over to a kingdom of regrets just as much as a kingdom of mistakes.” .
She was in another state.
“Give me a moment of holding, and I will give you everything. Emotion like no other, truth inscribed in the enduring heart of humanity, the tangible pleasures of our reality lighting the candles of our existence. Let me touch your face so I can show you what what I want to say. Give me that one chance for kindness and reverence. Don’t let me sink into the dark abyss of nothingness: I’m nobody, and I wouldn’t want to be allowed to give you only what any other human being can give you, love and desire, fermenting in the barrel of solitude, given the soft glow and illuminating light of a beautiful and passionate look like yours, as sincere in its sensuality as I am, were as real in her body as I am , were as alive as I am here today Awakened, with lust and vitality, to find something too precious to give, to find someone too precious to give up, to discover something deep within all of us, that makes us e all himself, how I desire your touch in a way that only anyone else can desire. That’s why I’m asking you to give me that chance…”
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She stepped away from the crowd and hugged Cassidy.
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