below us, I made an effort to explain last night's
fiasco to Red. I tried to tell him about people and attraction. He
understood the words I used, but it took a while before he
understood the concept humans are mostly visual when it comes to
their attractions and courtships.
“Unlike dogs, we don't rely on taste or smell to
figure out who we want to get to know better.” Red reminded me
about Ken sniffing Janey's hair and I had to explain how that would
have been considered a violation of her personal space if Ken had
been a stranger. When people got to a point of smelling each other
(does that only sound weird to me?) there is already an attraction
and familiarity established.
“People seem to be pretty stingy when it comes to
giving respect, or love, to others, Red. Beyond a mate, we search
our whole lives to find people who are worthy of our friendship and
affection. Unfortunately, we have a tendency to screw up because we
judge a person by what we see.” Red and I had an insightful
disagreement regarding how well humans read body language. I
marveled at how much I was learning from him.
My very serious eight-month-old informed me people
were not too bright. We relied superficially on someone's looks to
determine a base attraction. That beginning is later strengthened
by an individual's priorities, like intelligence, strength, or
possibly physical fitness. Yet, we weren't aware enough to read
obvious posturing and body language. “It's like you look at
people, but don't see them. If you're so bad at reading visual
clues, it doesn't make sense to rely on looks to pick your
mates.” Yep, he had me there.
Red had a hard time understanding why the drunk
considered me inferior when he was obviously not worthy of me (I
love my dog). I smelled good and healthy; by Red’s standards, this
meant I would be potential mate material. Well, if I was a dog.
Completely unaware of how much I needed the emotional
lift, Red reminded me Alpha, at the restaurant, had found me
attractive. I had to explain to Red, once Alpha had gotten as close
as the drunk and saw I was flawed, he might have had the same
reaction. The key difference was, being more self-assured and
respectful, he possibly would have hidden it better.
“ He had a good look at you, Teresa. He was staring
right into your face the whole time he was checking me over. The
more he looked, the stronger the signals,” Red insisted. “His body language, words, posture, and scent said the same
thing. He found you worthy.”
I was happier as we rode the bus home and felt better
prepared to face post-date Ken and Janey.
Chapter Six
Ohh gawd. I returned to not only post-date Ken and
Janey; but more accurately post- coital -date Ken and Janey.
It was painfully pathetic to watch the two of them hang all over
each other... well, “watch them” metaphorically speaking, of
course.
It was lust spiraled terribly out of control. Sad
really. My best friend and her un-gay boy toy were as smoochy, and
as all over each other, as I warned Cat they would be. I was still
having a rough time getting over the concept of Ken being straight,
and plotting my revenge. Now I needed to get comfortable with him
having carnal knowledge of my best friend. They probably thought
they were being subtle with all their lovey-doveyness; they
seriously underestimated how great my hearing was after the eight
months of sensory shift from visual to audio.
The two of them surfaced long enough to comment about
my new shorter haircut. I ended up chopping off almost two feet of
hair (which I felt wonderful about donating toward wigs for cancer
patients). So, it now swung in a loose curtain around my face.
Cyndi assured me the long bangs and chin-length cut swung forward,
concealing my face when I tilted my head down a touch. Hiding, I
know; after last night, I needed the camouflage and a big floppy
hat wasn't gonna happen.
Ken said it looked great. Of course he
fiasco to Red. I tried to tell him about people and attraction. He
understood the words I used, but it took a while before he
understood the concept humans are mostly visual when it comes to
their attractions and courtships.
“Unlike dogs, we don't rely on taste or smell to
figure out who we want to get to know better.” Red reminded me
about Ken sniffing Janey's hair and I had to explain how that would
have been considered a violation of her personal space if Ken had
been a stranger. When people got to a point of smelling each other
(does that only sound weird to me?) there is already an attraction
and familiarity established.
“People seem to be pretty stingy when it comes to
giving respect, or love, to others, Red. Beyond a mate, we search
our whole lives to find people who are worthy of our friendship and
affection. Unfortunately, we have a tendency to screw up because we
judge a person by what we see.” Red and I had an insightful
disagreement regarding how well humans read body language. I
marveled at how much I was learning from him.
My very serious eight-month-old informed me people
were not too bright. We relied superficially on someone's looks to
determine a base attraction. That beginning is later strengthened
by an individual's priorities, like intelligence, strength, or
possibly physical fitness. Yet, we weren't aware enough to read
obvious posturing and body language. “It's like you look at
people, but don't see them. If you're so bad at reading visual
clues, it doesn't make sense to rely on looks to pick your
mates.” Yep, he had me there.
Red had a hard time understanding why the drunk
considered me inferior when he was obviously not worthy of me (I
love my dog). I smelled good and healthy; by Red’s standards, this
meant I would be potential mate material. Well, if I was a dog.
Completely unaware of how much I needed the emotional
lift, Red reminded me Alpha, at the restaurant, had found me
attractive. I had to explain to Red, once Alpha had gotten as close
as the drunk and saw I was flawed, he might have had the same
reaction. The key difference was, being more self-assured and
respectful, he possibly would have hidden it better.
“ He had a good look at you, Teresa. He was staring
right into your face the whole time he was checking me over. The
more he looked, the stronger the signals,” Red insisted. “His body language, words, posture, and scent said the same
thing. He found you worthy.”
I was happier as we rode the bus home and felt better
prepared to face post-date Ken and Janey.
Chapter Six
Ohh gawd. I returned to not only post-date Ken and
Janey; but more accurately post- coital -date Ken and Janey.
It was painfully pathetic to watch the two of them hang all over
each other... well, “watch them” metaphorically speaking, of
course.
It was lust spiraled terribly out of control. Sad
really. My best friend and her un-gay boy toy were as smoochy, and
as all over each other, as I warned Cat they would be. I was still
having a rough time getting over the concept of Ken being straight,
and plotting my revenge. Now I needed to get comfortable with him
having carnal knowledge of my best friend. They probably thought
they were being subtle with all their lovey-doveyness; they
seriously underestimated how great my hearing was after the eight
months of sensory shift from visual to audio.
The two of them surfaced long enough to comment about
my new shorter haircut. I ended up chopping off almost two feet of
hair (which I felt wonderful about donating toward wigs for cancer
patients). So, it now swung in a loose curtain around my face.
Cyndi assured me the long bangs and chin-length cut swung forward,
concealing my face when I tilted my head down a touch. Hiding, I
know; after last night, I needed the camouflage and a big floppy
hat wasn't gonna happen.
Ken said it looked great. Of course he
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