T and R. R and T. R I wanted. T I wanted to be.

Standing in line for the shower
The shape of her... oh my.
Wondering what she looks like
She turns... OH SHIT!! and I turn away.
Distract myself watching children play
But from then on, I can't look at her the same way again.

She with that smile that would sneak accross her teeth
And that pouty little roll of the eyes
She never let a thing slip

And then M said that she had a crush on me...
I didn't hear what M said after that
or after that
or after that
I was shocked deaf.

And then there was T.
With that KD Lang smile and those kind, wise eyes.
Charming to the last.

The Tao of T:
The 5% Theory: Just be 5% more outgoing than you think you can be. Just 5% more assertive. It's only 5%. That's not much. Because if you're still shy at 5% more assertive, you'll just come off as charming.
Don't forget that everyone is insecure. No one thinks they're as beautiful as they are.... And everyone likes to be flattered. Even if you end up denied, she will have liked the compliment.

I watched her all week. I listened. I heard the things she said, and the things she didn't say. I noticed the times when she went out of her way to do something for R and when she let R do something for her.

When did T hold her hand, and when did she walk 10 yds ahead and talk to someone else?
When did they decide to be alone, and when did they come looking for us?

T moved among us energetically and slightly off balance (because she runs through life with enthusiasm), quoting Shakespeare, filling wine glasses, serving up stinky cheeses.
"My how Shakespearian of you," said I.
"My how astute of you to note my Shakespearianism!" said she with genuine suprise.

And I was learning. Taking lessons from the master.
And something M said made me think that T had no idea what I thought of her.

But R... oh my R... your body is truly sensational.

.... and then.... after.... when she went to get some water...
T kissed my hair and said, "I'm glad you took the road less travelled by."
*pause* I think Robert Frost might actually SHIT himself if he knew you were quoting him in reference to a lesbian 3-some in a tent.

We drove away in a red Mustang, top down, on a dirt road, and Catie Curtis sang...

She said it must be 4 am
And I said, If I don't kiss you now
I will never sleep again

Yours was the kiss that counted
The one that mattered
My life before me; undone
This would be the kiss that counted
The one that shattered my defenses
Bringing me emotion

Love,
T&RFP
THE END