Tag: Flirting over a Cup of Coffee

Once, having come to my office room, he drew me close to him and started speaking we needed to meet, looking at me with a desire that really excited me. He was looking at me with passion, but not as a romantic young guy usually did, but as a man who knew clearly what could be obtained from a woman, and including a good idea of what he could get exactly from me. Every time he was looking at me, I felt excited as if he was climbing into the most intimate parts of my body – therefore, he seemed to have possessed me already by means of this look.

It was a quote from ” Flirting over a Cup of Coffee” (The Unbearable Longing of the Flesh Book 3) .

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At the disco that started, some kind of melody performed by accordion was turned on suddenly , and the inspired couples started dancing immediately. The space around me changed suddenly – it was as if I found myself in a Parisian street, and I remembered the movie”Le Ball” by the Italian filmmaker Ettore Sсola.

And then something happened, closely reminiscent of the very scene from the “Cook, Thief …” movie by Peter Greenaway, that I once had retold to Paul. My beloved man, taking the advantage of a fuss – well, I may say he was a rather prominent person at the research institute, to be always in sight – and swept me off from the illuminated beautifully decorated hall of the dining room, where the celebrations were taking place, into the dark kitchen, deserted at that time, and there he put me on table, and we had the opportunity to have some fun and some exciting talks alone with him there. At that very moment I recalled the moment in Greenaway movie, when the camera moves from the lighted restaurant hall to the kitchen with animal carcasses suspended from the ceiling, and the couple in love retires in one of the kitchen rooms, while other guests, without suspecting anything, are feasting at the restaurant table.

It was quote from “Flirting over a Cup of Coffee ” (The Unbearable Longing of the Flesh Book 3).

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I was amused by the peculiar style of the world of dust-covered appliances, typical for a research institute. It came to my mind that no one had touched these old devices for years, and even if they had been touched, they still looked abandoned and disused.

In addition to such devices in the premises of institutes one could come across other curious objects that existed in a single copy in the whole world. For example, in the room of one head of the laboratory, I was attracted to a skull-shaped ashtray which seemed something pirate. And while on work-related trip in Nizhny Novgorod, I noticed a goose feather inserted in a special stand swinging like a Weeble.

In various laboratories of the Institute, I came across sheets with funny inscriptions. For example, in the “List of Brilliant Ideas” it was proposed to appoint such-and-such staff member as a director of the institute. I saw “Leaf of Rage. In the case of rage, this leaf should be grabbed , crumpled and teared up in little pieces” with the image of a furious bull depicted below. Or the inscription on the door “Our joy of your visit knows no bounds”, featuring a giant with an ugly grimace.

Later it turned out that this humor had been borrowed from some American physical journal.

It was a quote from ” Flirting over a Cup of Coffee” (The Unbearable Longing of the Flesh Book 3) .

In those days, representatives of network marketing were wandering around the streets of Moscow. The internal structure of such companies, reminiscent of the complicated hierarchy of the bee community, was built very competently: lower level employees a priori would have never risen to the upper echelons parasitizing on their “slaves”, but, at the same time, they had the stromgest incentives to earn something in the absence of a fixed part of the salary. That’s why, dressed in their finest suits, these active young people were walking along the streets of Moscow and used to rush to the gray-faced unsmiling residents, blocking their way. “Congratulations, you have won a prize!” they shouted to you right out of the gate.

And then one could see how it was going. Would you enter into a long and dangerous talk with them, or, shaking your string bag decisively, would demand giving way and would wander further with your boring things?

It was a quote from ” Flirting over a Cup of Coffee” (The Unbearable Longing of the Flesh Book 3) .

I generally have a very complicated relationship with anecdotes. As you know, anecdotes and humor in general are based on an element of surprise. Usually I grasp the essence of the joke quite quickly, but then I begin doubting whether I understood correctly, and if that was really the case. These doubts corrode my brain – that’s why I am afraid of anecdotes in general.

It was a quote from ““Flirting over the Cup of Coffee” (The Unbearable Longing of the Flesh Book 3). You may buy the book here on amazon: