Monday, June 27

Vapors

I am a gas.

I am rapidly vibrating molecules with generous spacing. I am insidious, insinuating myself through porous membranes and traveling across open expanses. I am not inhaled at first but I hover and eventually she grows tired of holding her breath. I am exhaled quickly enough but part of me is absorbed. I am getting her acclimated to me.

I am a gas. This is my plan:

Through repeated exposure I will win her over.

I am a gas.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hate to say it, but that sounds more like a way to put yourself in the friend zone. You *don't* want to be there. Watch out bro.

-Steve

Zach said...

Thanks for the advice, random intern--hey! I might actually know you. Then again, Steve is a pretty common name.

Besides, this is just my hypothetical plan for a hypothetical "she" and it all hinges on me being able to sublimate. Dang.

Anonymous said...

Just whip it out, man. She'll dig it.

Zach said...

Note to self: Never listen to Neill's advice.

Anonymous said...

Honestly, I feel the same way about Pete's post. :)

Anonymous said...

You broke the four comment barrier! Hip hip hurrah! Also, you used the word sublimate. Wonderful all around - well played y'all.

-Dennis

Fr. A said...

In my experience, this method works well. If you're willing to spend a few years being a gas, that is. I was a gas for four years, and then I married her.

So, if you don't consider that sort of success too much, it oughta work.

Btw, like your blog, came via Krupa.