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She was on the opposite train platform. She was reading the book Emotional Intelligence. Just before her train rolled up, we locked eyes for a moment - just a moment - and instead of looking away, she smiled. Then the train separated us and she rode away forever.
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Three young women from my college days remain strong in my memory - Diane, Nancy, Von. I wish I had kept in touch with them; they were all attractive, nice, intelligent friends.
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Three young women from my college days remain strong in my memory - Diane, Nancy, Von. I wish I had kept in touch with them; they were all attractive, nice, intelligent friends.
Take another drag on that Galloise cigarette, Mark, and regale us further as "your" song plays...(consider this encouragement, not disparagement).
Heh. Reading my above post again I realize it sounds awfully dispassionate - "They were all attractive, nice, intelligent friends."
What I mean is that, even if grand romance was not in the cards for me with any of them (I courted Diane with no success; had one encouraging lunch date with Nancy; didn't even ask Von out for a coffee despite her apparent interest in me), I wish that I had remained at least "just friends" with them as they were all highly likable, in-depth individuals. (OK, and that sounds even more emotionless, lol.)
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Apologies for the misspelling of "Gauloise."  It's since been corrected.
Your recollection is the middle ground between light and shadow, science and superstition...not quite romance, so not grist for the struggling "Typical FSMer...Ruminating Over Love" thread, yet far too familiar for a Scott Walker lyric ("Rosemary") for this thread's purposes, but just as haunting.
That wishy-washy quality you detect is pretty much why I didn't take a foolish leap into possible love and joy in those halcyon times.
As Jack Shephard said in Lost, "(I) have to go back, Kate, to those blue remembered hills." (Well, Shephard didn't say that last bit; that was Housman.)
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The aforementioned "Rosemary" (I don't expect you'll relate to every lyric in the song--please keep mum about it if you do).
Quite Peter Sarstedt-y.
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"Where Do You Go To My Lovely" - Jason Schwartzmann's pick-up song in Wes Anderson's The Darjeeling Limited.
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"Where Do You Go To My Lovely" - Jason Schwartzmann's pick-up song in Wes Anderson's The Darjeeling Limited.
I've never seen a Wes Anderson film. I usually don't go for "quirky." Are his films quirky?
I should probably just see them if only to see Bill Murray in films on a regular basis.
I suppose "quirky" could be one quality found in his films, but there's enough richness and detail to make most of them worth watching. "Darjeeling" is particularly good because, along with the usual whimsy, there is more at stake emotionally (it takes place in India - and the vastness and atmosphere of that country seems to have loosened up Anderson's typical controlled environments.)
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