Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

wiles

With the kids gone for a few days, I took the opportunity to get some Indian food last night.  Although the children are developing a wider array of tastes, the spices of the sub-continent are not within range of a family meal quite yet.  I little mirch masala and a bottle of wine took me ot the edge of complete fullness.

"Can I get you some dessert?" an adorable waitress asked. 

"I want some sugary balls."  The waitress laughed.

"That's what the staff calls them."

From the two sisters who run the Dallas Clay Pit to the guys busing the tables, this is the sexiest staff ever collected in a single non-stripping restaurant.  Elyssa - last night's waitress - was by far the cutest of the group, even cuter than Christine who looks remarkably like a young Shirley Maclaine.  I left her my number, but she hasn't called.  Not yet, anyway. 

I moved to Texas for the food - the incredible lack of chiles, peppers and mexican food in general in the east had been a serious trial for me.  I often stop by the mall to grab a taco.  The manager of the Collin Creek bueno is a lovely girl named Fernanda.  I have always made her very, very nervous.

As I approached the counter, I saw the truth in a second - Fernanda is pregnant.  The engorged breasts were a quick read, but the glow of her face was unmistakeable.  A few steps back and the slight swell of her belly was obvious.  I didn't want to say anything until I was sure - for obvious reasons - but it didn't take more than a few seconds to be sure.  Pregnant women are so beautiful.

The genetic urge to care for the woman is incredible.  The lust is delightful.

When I worked at the patent office, there was a tall germanic woman who tormented my thoughts.  When she became pregnant, I was beside myself.  I watched her for hours, just content to see such loveliness.  Pregnancy is so sexy.

I want to tell Fernanda how beautiful she looks.  I hate the fact that pregnant women think they look ugly.  They just couldn't be more wrong.

Today, I must call my recruiter Jenn.  I am marshalling my forces to prepare for the intense onslaught that will follow.  I must be steady and patient.  I must be prepared to say NO.

Enjoy,

M

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#1  30 June 2006 - 10:44

 

Indian food, yum! Sounds like Texas is full of beautiful women. Is it something in the water? Or maybe it's the chilis.

jennybird

#2  30 June 2006 - 10:51

 

My research indicates that Dallas has more beautiful women than any other city in the world.

M

Malinov

#3  30 June 2006 - 14:29

 

i had the best indian food the other night. too die for. check out the samosas at royal sweets off 75 @ belt line.

faaraa

#4  30 June 2006 - 15:24

 

hola, just caught up on your blog, sounds like things are going well - i'm happy for you.

a bit sad to see the good ship mffip fade into the mist and the captain turn his pirates garb in for a suit, but t'was not to be. best wishes amigo.

bluematrix

#5  30 June 2006 - 17:05

 

mffip is sailing steadily with a full hold of property d'intellect - the captain is simply in search of funds during the gestation period . . . there is so much waiting involved in piracy

Captain M

Malinov

#6  01 July 2006 - 18:01

 

I don't think Dallas has the most beautiful women...but perhaps I'm biased because I'm from San Antonio. :-)

solyluna

#7  01 July 2006 - 19:05

 

I admit that my research is still incomplete - perhaps we should arrange an . . . interview, to get the bare facts on this matter

M
naughty, naughtier, naughtiest

Malinov

#8  02 July 2006 - 10:29

 

ah my capitan, if only that were true. if that hold were even half full of ready-to-go rather than almost-ready-to cargo, i'd have us in the promised land in 90 days or less.

beggin your captains pardon, but as it stands, she's rudderless, crewless, out of provisions, and adrift with little to bargain with should the winds pick up again. sir, piracy is all about action.

bluematrix

#9  02 July 2006 - 11:18

 

you are most confused. Just because I refuse to talk to anyone doesn't mean I lack action - on the contrary, I just hate wasting my time explaining when I have things to do

M

Malinov

#10  03 July 2006 - 10:59

 

my bad, then capn. my observations were solely based on assumptions - that after doing nearly a hundred drawings, when they stopped coming, so did the real progress. - that as your first mate, keeping me in the loop would not be a waste of time. - that since you're looking for a job, you probably don't have a portfolio ready that i guarantee i could sell for you in 90 days for $10 million so you would never have to work again.

perhaps the ship is indeed sailing as you say... and it just left me behind in the night.

bluematrix

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