Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The Art Of Seduction - Part 13 - Some Personal Stories (Part 1)

This is a true story. I'm sharing it so people can know that sometimes things don't go quite the way you want with a seduction.

I  used to work with this guy. He was shorter and younger than me. I would say he was about 20 or so. He was about 5ft9 or 5ft10, very skinny and dark-haired. He had the strangest eyes I've ever seen. They were a shade of blue so dark they appeared brown in normal lighting. In the sunlight or a bright light it became apparent that his eyes were a very dark blue shade with some violet tones. His eyes had a very alien look to them. He was a skater-type and he did a lot of pot, a lot. He even smoked it at work.

I didn't think much of him until I walked in on him talking shit about me. He was just laying into me hard, calling me every name in the book. He even voiced the word 'faggot' which is the magic button that kicks me in gear. So I confronted him with, "You got a problem with me muthufucker?" He responded by throwing something across the room and telling me to go fuck myself. It was on. He had no clue what I could do to him or what I could make him do.

He was a smoker, like myself. I used it to my advantage. I made sure to always go out and smoke when he did. I put on the charm like a garment. I ignored him at first while we both smoked. I was at my corner and he was further down. With time I began to engage him in conversation. It took him several smoke breaks over a couple of days before he opened up to me. Each time he opened up to me more I would move closer to him. Inside and while doing work I would begin to flirt with him. I would throw stuff at him, try to trip him with stuff. One time we got into this wicked dough ball fight (It was a pizza joint). We had pizza dough clinging to the walls and ceilings, not to mention all over us. Fellow workers began to pick up on our flirtation. The store manager would make comments to me like, "Will you please go tell your boyfriend that he needs to......", fill in the blank. That was my mistake. I should have kept it far more subtle. It's not good when everyone knows. In case anyone may doubt my seduction of him, I even was able to get  him to give me a neck and shoulder massage. Then again, he got one on me too. He talked me into letting him sit on my shoulders so he could clean some shelves. I remember telling him that if he farted on me I would kill him. He laughed for a long time on that one, the kind where there is silence and you think they are over it until they start giggling again.

He kept singing the phrase, "Anansi he was a spider", a phrase from a song he liked. I asked him if he knew who Anansi was. He did not. I then proceeded to tell him about Anansi, a trickster spirit who took on the form of a spider. I ended by saying, "Don't you just love tricksters? Imagine how boring life would be without them". The night I went to the computer and printed off this exact picture of Anansi and then taped it to a wall in the back of the restaurant where I knew he would see it.

It  was pretty busy that day so I didn't really get a chance to talk to him until we had  a smoke break. He was kind of stand-offish. He only wanted to talk about his girls. He supposedly liked fat girls. Sure, he may have been a chubby chaser but he was a good looking guy and I personally interpreted this as a "tell". These weren't his girls. They were his beards. Three black birds came walking up to us close as we smoked. I was sitting on a curb. He was standing and leaning on the wall next to me. I asked if the birds were crows. He said no, that they were grackles. He then gave a little talk about grackles that at the time I found interesting. It started out  innocent. I simply asked him if he ever thought about being in the movies. I meant as an actor, of course. However, he didn't interpret it that way and things got weird fast. He turned bright red and started to stutter. He simple said, "So you saw it then?". There was a moment of silence and then he responded with, "I only did it because we were going to lose the house". He became highly agitated, threw down his cigarette and went inside while slamming the door. When I went inside he was acting crazy and throwing stuff around. I just ignored him because I began to realize what he unknowingly admitted to me. I went to go wash the dishes in the back. I was washing maybe 10 minutes or so when I turn around and he's literally right behind me. I admit I was startled but what happened next would change everything. He had tears in his eyes and the expression on his face quickly turned to anger. He had a small pairing knife in his hand. He thrust it into my hand, cutting my finger. There was no pain even as the blood began to flow out. I remember looking down and the blood had flowed into the sink water turning it pink and then looking back to him and into his eyes. He was still crying. I brought my hand to my mouth. I licked off some of the blood while maintaining eye contact with him. He responded by throwing down the knife and running out the back door. He pretty much quit.

I kept the Anansi picture on the wall for a while. My hope was that when he came back for his check I would give him the picture along with it. He specifically chose a time I would not be there to pick up his last check. When the girl who ran the front counter told me that he had already came and picked up the check I walked back to the wall, took down the picture and threw it away. I mumbled to Anansi that we tricksters can sometimes be so cruel. He cut me but I think I cut him deeper.

So the mistakes I made where that I was not subtle and I carried it on too long. It's not good for other people to pick up on it and I should have just cut it off after a couple of days.  So that was the lessons I learned from it.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Doc, he obviously had "issues"... Was your intention to seduce him sooner and then ask "who's the faggot" and leave him hanging? Was that the trick you were referring to with Anansi? You said he had no idea what you could make him do... is that in life in general, or just with regards to seduction?

    You specialize in reading peoples energy - I am a client so I know that clearly you can .... did you use this gift with this guy to "see" his energy? (obviously if he's bad mouthing you and abusing you, it's bad, but someone as intuitive as you are may have seen more than I would) when you got to know him better... you said you were surprised/ startled and he had tears when he came up behind you - was his reaction with the tears and knife a result of you working on him? or because he had be found out for making some sort of gay/sex movie?

    Why did you intend to give him the poster? (R)

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  2. Hi Doc, he obviously had "issues"... Was your intention to seduce him sooner and then ask "who's the faggot" and leave him hanging?

    ---Yes. I don't know why I dragged it out as long as I did.

    Was that the trick you were referring to with Anansi? You said he had no idea what you could make him do... is that in life in general, or just with regards to seduction?

    ---That was just in regards to seduction.

    You specialize in reading peoples energy - I am a client so I know that clearly you can .... did you use this gift with this guy to "see" his energy? (obviously if he's bad mouthing you and abusing you, it's bad, but someone as intuitive as you are may have seen more than I would) when you got to know him better...

    ----Yea, sort of. I just knew he was gay deep down.

    you said you were surprised/ startled and he had tears when he came up behind you - was his reaction with the tears and knife a result of you working on him? or because he had be found out for making some sort of gay/sex movie?

    ----I think it was a mixture of shame for doing the porno and a mixture of anger/fear/desire for me. His sexuality torments him and since he rejects it he projects it, this time on me. I was the enemy, the tempter, "the devil". So in his way he was trying to destroy me but he desired me at the same time. That's why he was so confused with the tears and the anger. Even though he cut me I would have been more than willing to help him through it. I don't bear any hatred or resentment for what he did. He's lost. I hope he's been able to find himself over the years.

    Why did you intend to give him the poster? (R)

    ----Because I liked him as a person and I enjoyed flirting with him and seducing him. He was a good person underneath it all. I would have liked him to have kept it to remember me and to remember the lessons the trickster teaches us.

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