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Thoughts On Dating.

While trolling one of my more successful Internet dating sites, I ran across this Tennessee Williams poem in one guy’s profile. I hadn’t ever read i before, but it rung a bell with my recent dating spree:

Life Story

by Tennessee Williams

After you’ve been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what’s your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do

sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.

You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
     Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course

there’s some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with the mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you’ve had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they’re telling you their life story, exactly as they’d intended to all along,

and you’re saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?

Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that’s how people burn to death in hotel rooms.

Makes me glad that I don’t smoke, and generally don’t date those that do.

The quote comes from The Collected Works of Tennessee Williams — click on the link and Amazon will ship it to you (and give me a few pennies).

SOB got it’s final polish, so did my knob — now onto the silver striping on the side to break up the mass of black. One strip or two?

A quiet dinner at home, hopefully working on airplane reservations for an additional party on my Hawaii trip. I definitely need your happy thoughts on that one!

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2 Comments »

2 Responses to “Thoughts On Dating.”

  1. Swanda Says:

    Did the happy thoughts work?

  2. Eric Says:

    SOB got it’s final polish, so did my knob — now onto the silver striping on the side to break up the mass of black.

    That should be “its”, not “it’s”.

    And have you sworn off on polishing your knob?