Day 38- There's the reason. Then there's the REAL reason.

"When we bend a new corner,
I feel like a sweepstake winner.
When I meet you around the corner ),
You make me feel like a sweepstake winner

And you should know - you should know by now:
I like it (I like it like this), I like it like this"

Tags: alley, fisheye, lomo


Once, about three years ago, I mentioned in one of my TMI blog posts that I was a devotee of the knee-trembler.
It's not just sex in an alley, it's the whole package - life going on outside the lane, bright sunlight (or peek-a-boo fog and mists), standing eye-to-eye, bare bone to bare bone, in opposition to male-female games and/or the social posturing going on in the pretentious little hipster bar on the other side of the alley.

Anyway, this photo was taken by my husband.

We stopped for coffee in a little cafe upstairs and this guy in the foreground walked in to use the bathroom. I know, huh? He hardly glanced at me, I didn't look at him longer than a second. I don't crush or get sprung, and I'm not attractive.

But it seems to be my fate that, every five years or so, I meet up with some mutual-sexual-thunderbolt type thing, always by surprise. I don't deal in fun and harmless things like flirtation - when I am attracted, it's always instantaneous, mutual, and totally carnal.

There was undeniably something suddenly in that room between us as thick as a sticky cloud.

"You know he's totally your type", Husband said, to aggravate me. He knows me too well. I shook my head as if to clear it and felt like I had to get out of there to break this totally ridiculous arrow-shot of eros.

"I'm going outside for a minute, you can carry the fisheye for now", I said.

I went outside. Put my face deliberately into the wind to make it sting away my langour. Watched some birds. Felt someone behind me.

I looked up to see that the pull of our magnetism had attracted White Shirt to follow me into the alley. Husband took this picture, and I ran up towards him and took the camera. It was the last exposure. I wound the film, dropped it off at the 1-Hour place, and just posted this to my photoblog.

At the time I added the Marley lyric, I didn't think about the appropriateness to this photo, just how awesomely it summed up my marriage.

Funksteena saw the rest.

I think that, between them,Funksteena, my husband, and Ray see everything about me there is to see.