Damn romantics

It was too much. Terror and exhiliration surged through Mamet as he sat looking at the woman from the garden, seated in front of him. He decided he had to say something to her. Slowly he stood and walked down the aisle toward her row. He saw her watching him out of the corner of her eye. He reached the row where she sat and, turning sideways, began moving toward her. Sitting in the seat right next to hers, Mamet felt like a fool. Who introduced themselves during a show? "To hell with it", he thought. "Hi, Im Mamet", he said and extended his hand toward her. She turned her head to look at him and he thought he saw a sort of twinkle in her eyes. She smiled and said, "My name is Mirela, nice to meet you". Mamet's mind was reeling as he tried to think of something suave or clever to say next. Instead, all that came out was, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight"? Stupid, Mamet thought. I'm absolutely stupid. What the hell kind of a thing is that to say to someone you just barely met. "I'd love too", said Mirela. Mamet stared blankly at her for a few seconds, trying to contemplate what she had just said. Then, like a light bulb turning on, his face lit up and a huge grin appreared. He turned around and walked back up the aisle and out of the theater. It had been years since he had felt this happy. As he walked back toward Thallow Flats, he played the last four minutes over and over in his head. He couldnt believe it. For the first time in a long time, Mamet was excited. He was allowing these feelings of hope and posotivity to course through him and it was ok. He reached his apartment building. Looking to its left, he saw his lightpost. It was strange how different he felt about that light post from just a short time ago. Now it felt like a victorious figure, not only surviving the years but coming out on top. He walked over to the post and gave it a wack with his hand, very much like an athlete slapping his teammates ass after a good play. He leaned back against the pole and continued to think about Mirela. He felt himself falling for her right then and there. Feelings that were stronger than he had felt in years were swallowing his logical mind and he was succumbing to the romantically infatuous thoughts that wracked his brain. In sharp contrast to these thoughts were the events that transpired next. The earth beneath him seemed to sink down for a split second and then rocket back up again, spewing pieces of rock and dirt in all directions. The light post fell and pinned Mamet down as huge chunks of rock came raining down from the sky. As Mamets world went dark he looked up towards the sky. All he saw was a twinkle.

Movies

Mamet squinted as he stepped out of the dim, smokey establishment that was the local tavern. Feeling slightly light headed from the wiskey he had consumed moments before, Mamet stumbled down the sidewalk, circumspising his surroundings. He tilted his face skyward and allowed the sunlight to play across his features. As his gaze lifted, he saw the derelict marquie of the run down theater reaching its rusted, rotted form into the air. "The Dumb Waiter" was the show playing currently. Mamet has always enjoyed this play. He had always held a sort of absurdist view on humanity, and this show was a shining example of the sort of ironic absurdity that he felt ruled the universe. He purchased a ticket and walked into the shadows of the theater. The play had already started and the audience was shrouded in a murky soft glow from the stage lights. Sitting in the back row, Mamet had a view of the entire theater. The audience consisted of about four people including himself. There was a couple seated in the second row. The man had his arm around the woman and she was leaning her head on his shoulder. Mamet smirked at this spectacle, waiting for his usual feelings of disdain to develop. Young couples with idealized versions of romance, going to the theater because it deludes them into thinking that they are cultered and refined. Unfortunatly, these feelings never matured in his expectant brain. Instead, and to his disbelief, he felt jealous of the two of them. They were young, carefree, and obviously in love. Mamet wanted so badly to feel apathy, and yet what he really wanted, was to have what they had. He wanted that with the woman from the garden. For so long, he had suppressed any romantic feelings, swearing that he wouldnt allow himself to be hurt by another woman. Over time he had stopped feeling those urges and had settled comfortably into his life of peaceful indifference. What in the hell was going on? Had all of those years been erased by the site of this one woman? Nothing made sense and Mamet hated that. He could always justify his feelings logically and this random outpouring of feeling completely unnerved him. He looked at the other individual seated in the audience. She was seated closer toward the back and almost directly in front of him. She was sitting alone. He liked that. She looked peaceful and yet seemed to give off some sort of restless energy. Mamet thought that she looked like a visual representation of what he was feeling at that moment. As he stared at the back of her head, covered in beautiful brown locks, she turned and looked back at him. "Youve got to be shitting me", Mamet said under his breath.

Elevator Dreamin'

She was standing at the back of the elevator, leaning gracefully against the wall. Mamet stared in wonder at this beautiful creature. To him she looked like one of the elegant statues that was carved into the front of old ships, with proud eyes that radiated warmth, intelligence, and sadness. Mamet could tell that she was upset. Normally this wouldnt have phased him, however, her sadness radiated from deep inside those gorgous eyes and seemed to call out for his care. He wanted to make her happy again. It was a completely infantile thought and Mamet knew it. But it didnt change the fact that as he stared at the women from his dream, looking back at him with those eyes that held so much pride and pain, Mamet felt himself allowing his heart to feel for her. His eyes must have given him away because as he stared into hers, he registered some sort of recognition in them. This snapped him back into reality and he realized that he must have been stupidly staring at her for quite some time. Inwardly cursing himself, he stepped onto the elevator. As he turned toward the door, he caught another glimpse of her standing there. Up close she was even more beautiful than he could have possibly imagined. From far away she looked perfect, unblemished as though she had just floated down from the clouds. Up close he could see some minute, almost invisible imperfections that showed the life that she had lived. The layer of reality that these earthly imperfections added to her person, heightened his attraction toward her. As he reached for the button, she did the same and their hands brushed together. Instantly, Mamet felt as though electricity was surging up his arm and into his brain. It was as though his subconscious and his waking life had crashed together as he made contact with what had been, up unti now, only fantasy. It was the most sensual feeling Mamet had felt in a long time. But with this woman, the attraction wasnt simply sexual. This part still puzzled him, and yet the lightness in his stomach and his brain kept him from pondering over it too much. He wanted to speak to her, tell her that what ever was wrong, he could fix. Wanted to tell her that the forlorn look in her eyes was curable. He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but years of suppressed feelings, and walls around his emotions are not easily overcome, and the words wouldnt form. As he struggled, the elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open. Mamet exited the elevator, completely in shock by what he had just experienced. He was so dumbfounded that he didnt even look up to see Earl walking towards him across the lobby. The two collided and Mamet fell to one side. Murmering apologies, he walked out of the revolving doors, out onto the sidewalk, and toward the pub. He needed a drink.