My lunch at Hamburger Hamlet...
It started when I was asked to have lunch a day after I had been with Hector, his new love Sheila, and some friends I knew and didn’t know. I was with them the night before for dinner and a movie out in Santa Monica, Third Street Promenade to be exact, since he does live that much closer to it than I, him being in Hollywood that is, as did most of those that attended the night’s frivolities. So, mostly, I had to trek my way out there in order to join these people I knew and didn’t know. Right when the movie ended and just before I departed this group, Hector asked if I wanted to lunch with him and Sheila the following afternoon. At first I hesitated to answer, but he prodded me along with his brilliant wisdom and wit and since it was a Saturday, he assumed I had nothing else to do.
Normally Hector would have been right about that, as I did have nothing else to do but I wasn’t about to let him know it, you know? I didn’t want him thinking that I was a poor idiot with nothing more to do than sit at home and mope my lonely ass self over a love gone…well, just gone I suppose. As I said, he saw my hesitation and practically twisted my arm in order to say yes. Which I did. By the way, saying yes to his invitation did not for one moment stop me from thinking that I was going to be the third wheel. I felt my stomach lurch at that thought, but by then it was too late to renegotiate.
Hector had said to meet him at Hamburger Hamlet out in Hollywood. It took me a while to find the restaurant as I was not familiar with the area. When I did find it, I was nearly twenty minutes late past noon. It was strange to see a building in Hollywood looking a lot like an actual hamlet that you’d find somewhere out in Europe. The building itself was painted green with old style lettering. When I walked in, it was dark and I wasn’t sure if I’d even find Hector and Sheila. I was asked if I needed help by a man that could have been actor, at least he looked it, but then I’m sure he probably was. It was Hector who saw me at the door and came to me so that I was led to where they had sat.
So this is where the story gets interesting. I thought it was going to be the three of us. Hector, Sheila and I. Apparently I was wrong. There, sitting opposite to Sheila was another woman. At first I thought she was Greek or Italian or something like that, or even Spanish, I wasn’t sure. Hector introduced me to this woman with Sheila, she was Marianna. So maybe she was Hispanic or something like that. Hector took his seat next to Sheila, so I had no choice but to sit next to Marianna. I glared at Hector. He merely looked away, but couldn’t help smiling when he did. I was set up. You see, Hector knows my situation. I had a love that I had loved very much. But when that stopped for reasons I will not go into here, I’ve become somewhat a depressive. Spending my days and nights to mope my lot in life and saying how unfair it is. I had never thought for one minute though he’d do anything as tricky as this though.
Actually I don’t blame him though. If he had come straight out and said what he had intended, I’d have said no. And it’s not as if he were trying to get me to date other people, oh no, it was more to cheer me up and not so much for me forget my last and only love and start a new one straight off. I assumed he thought it best for my mental and emotional state of being. Whatever that was. So there I was. I did not know what to say or do. We ordered our drinks and our food. I barely said two words to Marianna other than, “how do you do?” Actually more like, “hey, how’s it going?”
I barely spoke to her or acknowledge her presence. But every once in awhile I’d nod my head or let some sort of insignificant laugh out whenever Hector of Sheila said something funny that in truth was not. Now Marianna is not in any way homely or unattractive. Had it been any other time, most definitely I’d have been all over her, as they say. But she did look familiar, I just couldn’t place her. So I asked, “Have we met?” I know that sounded more like a come on that an actually innocent query. She said, “Yes we did. Last night at the movies.” Honestly I think I would have remembered that.
But then I realized since there were so many of us that night, I may have missed her presence, or I had assumed she was with one of those guys I didn’t know. The ones I did had a girl/woman hanging off their arms. Since I did sort of break the ice, I asked her where she was from. She said that she was from Brazil and that she and her family had moved to here when she was only two years old. That was when this lunch party broke off into its two main groups: Hector and Sheila, Marianna and I, or Hector and I, to Sheila and Marianna, then back again. Oddly enough and you may find this hard to believe, Marianna had worn this shirt that had a plunging neckline, thus emphasizing her cleavage, and yet I hadn’t seen it nor looked for it. Now, Marianna is not overly large like Dolly Parton or as those with silicone implants or whatever, but she was not small either.
It was ample enough to notice, but not so large as to say, “Look at me! Here I am! Wouldn’t you like to bury your face in my jugs?” But because of her low neckline, it was hard to not notice her cleavage. Since my mind was preoccupied with my sorry state, I actually and truly failed to notice said cleavage. What caught my attention were the men and the male waiters that would pass our table. Funny how I noticed the looks and stares and not her cleavage. You would have thought I would notice, being that I’m a guy and all. So while we were talking about nothing particularly world changing, I did see this one man sitting with a woman two tables away from us but still very close glancing once too many times in our direction and more to the point, to Marianna’s cleavage.
How the woman he was with did not see his obvious glancing fails me. Yet there he was. Glancing and ogling at her cleavage as if he’s never seen them before. I’m sure he has, since he was after all with a woman, so how could he not have seen cleavage before, let alone the whole of the breasts…if that is his woman. So I said, “Maybe you should have gone without a shirt, if they’re going to stare at you like that.” Marianna by then had noticed the stares also, laughed at my remark. So she says with a bit more glee than I liked, “I know. Maybe I ought to take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Ha ha. Ho ho.
So then she asks me if I’m bothered with a bit of cleavage, and I’m like no not really. They’re yours not mine. You go girlfriend. Be proud, be loud. She really couldn’t comprehend what the brouhaha was, actually. It’s almost perfectly natural in Brazil she said. She was there about two or three years ago she tells me, and most times, well most times at the beaches anyway, all the women go topless. I suppose if you see one breast too many, they begin to lose their sway on men…I suppose. I hope to never reach that point. They’re nothing special she went on. So I say to her that she was probably right, but in this country men have a fixation on breasts small or large. And if a man can get away with a quick look at some woman’s breasts or cleavage, he will.
I actually enjoyed our lunch. We had a bit of a laugh and the food was not half bad. Somehow though, the conversation always went back to that of men and their obvious looks, stares, and glances. And never once did Marianna take offense to all the looks and stares. It was as if she were being complimented by all the attention. Honestly I was beginning to think that she wore that particular shirt in order to get the attention. Not to say she was being, how should I put it? Attention seeking? I’m sure I’m wrong in that assumption. Overall, she was a very nice person. She laughed at all the right jokes, as if there’s a wrong joke, well there could be I suppose, one off-colored kind, or demeaning. She seemed attentive and knew how to carry a conversation. She was bright, that I knew from the topic of conversation.
I had asked if her hair was her natural color and she said no that it wasn’t. She had it done at a salon not more than a week ago. Then she went on about how one of the guys from last nights movie was practically all over her and she was hard pressed to keep his grubby hands off her, or having said no for the millionth time when he’d ask her if she wanted to go on a date with this offender. Ha ha.
It seems that to Marianna, all men are like that. Always thinking that at any moment she’ll say yes to going out with them on dates or whatever. And all they talk about is how she is so hot and so sexy and how beautiful she is and so on. Once, she had a guy come straight out and asked her if she wanted to have sex. She wanted to kick the man between the legs. But being drunk that he was, he’d not have felt it, she supposed. So she didn’t bother. So I said, maybe it’s because you go to clubs that you have these troubles, do you think? And she said most likely she guessed. But just because that happens to her, does that mean she’s forced to stay home and not have fun?
I told her she can have fun all she wants and go to clubs whenever, but you can’t change men overnight. Some pretty much are letches and assholes. But there are some that aren’t. So she says to me, once she met this one man she thought was the nicest man she ever met. Treated her nice and with respect. So I asked her what happened to that, and then she says, that on their third night out, all he wanted was to fukc. And why she playing so hard to get. I tried so hard to stifle a laugh. I know it’s not funny, but I couldn’t help myself.
She could tell I wanted to laugh, but instead of becoming offended, she laughed herself. So I had to laugh also. It was sort of funny when you think about it. This nice ‘man’ she met and thought was different, turned out to be the same as everyone else. I asked her if she ever had a serious relationship. She said she was in one once six months ago. But it ended badly. He was consumed with jealousy and was always accusing her of wrongdoing.
I told her I was sorry to hear that. After that, I didn’t know what else to say really. There was short silence afterwards, only because I felt somewhat uncomfortable again sitting next to this woman, not because of anything of how I felt about her, but because of how I felt for Becca. It felt wrong, but it felt good to feel something other than sadness and grief. I felt somewhat like me again. And that life maybe isn’t all that bad. And yet, I was hit with a bit of guilt also. Only because I was having fun for the first time in a month when I should be grieving at my loss. Somehow, Marianna sensed this and had asked if anything were wrong. I told her no. And if there were, it was something I’d rather not share, which was almost the same as saying yes there was after I had said no.
It was Hector who told Marianna, and Sheila, my story. If I weren’t so lost in my own thoughts, I would’ve stopped him, but by then it was too late. You can imagine my embarrassment. So instead of feeling appalled and thinking me some bloody idiot, Marianna said that that was the most romantic anything. To be so in love with someone that way is the purest kind of love. I looked away feeling stupid at that moment. Thank God the check came when it did, thus signaling the end of our lunch.
Crazy In Love…
Sulk no more, O’ weary heart; rejoice in song and praise.
For love has found me unbeknown on feathered gossamer wings.
And when the witching hour bends on blue, torrid, momentous days,
As the shadow’d past of my gloom hasten soon, its glory’d end.
In love am I? I say forthwith and too, unnatural prosperity, aye.
That I should shoulder a boon, a wealth more than King Solomon.
This truth speaks not from words, or animation, but tact I try
So that you see…me…a man, loved; forever loved and beyond.
O’ friend! Hark well. My flighted feet dance, spring forth with joy.
And gods and goddesses bequeath their blessings freely…
And freely with no tithe spared, denied, given or monies ploy.
Lowly birth’d, yet a king this day, a day sought greedily.
Happy! Happy! Mirth and merriment!
My daily bread of love.
For I have now, no impediment,
Forever more, no more my love.
😆 oh man...i crack myself up 😄
Originally posted by Fëanor
AMBER!!!!! 😱 i hope to god you didn't read all that. 😊
Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]Crazy In Love…Sulk no more, O’ weary heart; rejoice in song and praise.
For love has found me unbeknown on feathered gossamer wings.
And when the witching hour bends on blue, torrid, momentous days,
As the shadow’d past of my gloom hasten soon, its glory’d end.In love am I? I say forthwith and too, unnatural prosperity, aye.
That I should shoulder a boon, a wealth more than King Solomon.
This truth speaks not from words, or animation, but tact I try
So that you see…me…a man, loved; forever loved and beyond.O’ friend! Hark well. My flighted feet dance, spring forth with joy.
And gods and goddesses bequeath their blessings freely…
And freely with no tithe spared, denied, given or monies ploy.
Lowly birth’d, yet a king this day, a day sought greedily.Happy! Happy! Mirth and merriment!
My daily bread of love.
For I have now, no impediment,
Forever more, no more my love.😆 oh man...i crack myself up 😄 [/B]
Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]Crazy In Love…Sulk no more, O’ weary heart; rejoice in song and praise.
For love has found me unbeknown on feathered gossamer wings.
And when the witching hour bends on blue, torrid, momentous days,
As the shadow’d past of my gloom hasten soon, its glory’d end.In love am I? I say forthwith and too, unnatural prosperity, aye.
That I should shoulder a boon, a wealth more than King Solomon.
This truth speaks not from words, or animation, but tact I try
So that you see…me…a man, loved; forever loved and beyond.O’ friend! Hark well. My flighted feet dance, spring forth with joy.
And gods and goddesses bequeath their blessings freely…
And freely with no tithe spared, denied, given or monies ploy.
Lowly birth’d, yet a king this day, a day sought greedily.Happy! Happy! Mirth and merriment!
My daily bread of love.
For I have now, no impediment,
Forever more, no more my love. literary😆 oh man...i crack myself up 😄 [/B]
Yo, dude...Did you, like, study English or sumthink? Or, like, did you, like, read a lot, like?
By the way, I like its literariariariness. Especially the first verse, and the line: "And when the witching hour bends on blue, torrid, momentous days,". It creates a turbulent scene.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooActually, and to be honest peppered with a grain of salt and curry, it's required in this country to study English. How else can a lowly immigrant such as I..granted we came hear when I was knee high to an ant's thigh...be able to get around in a country that speaks but one language? Ok, I kid. The truth is so much boring to hear...
Yo, dude...Did you, like, study English or sumthink? Or, like, did you, like, read a lot, like?By the way, I like its literariariariness. Especially the first verse, and the line: "And when the witching hour bends on blue, torrid, momentous days,". It creates a turbulent scene.
Funny, when I wrote that piece I was actually....happy. Now, I find myself trudging through life in snow shoes during the summer.
Originally posted by Fëanor
Actually, and to be honest peppered with a grain of salt and curry, it's required in this country to study English. How else can a lowly immigrant such as I..granted we came hear when I was knee high to an ant's thigh...be able to get around in a country that speaks but one language? Ok, I kid. The truth is so much boring to hear...Funny, when I wrote that piece I was actually....happy. Now, I find myself trudging through life in snow shoes during the summer.
Originally posted by Coldfirethanks Amber shy
aww 🙁 hug
on another note:
A man enters a barbershop for a shave. While the barber is foaming him up, he mentions the problems he has getting a close shave around the cheeks.
“I have just the thing,” says the barber taking a small wooden ball from a nearby drawer. “Just place this between your cheeks and gum.”
The man places the ball in his mouth and the barber proceeds with the closest shave the man has ever experienced. After a few strokes the man asks in garbled speech.
“And what if I swallow it?”
“No problem,” says the barber. “Just bring it back tomorrow like everyone else does.”
Originally posted by Fëanor
thanks Amber shyon another note:
A man enters a barbershop for a shave. While the barber is foaming him up, he mentions the problems he has getting a close shave around the cheeks.
“I have just the thing,” says the barber taking a small wooden ball from a nearby drawer. “Just place this between your cheeks and gum.”
The man places the ball in his mouth and the barber proceeds with the closest shave the man has ever experienced. After a few strokes the man asks in garbled speech.
“And what if I swallow it?”
“No problem,” says the barber. “Just bring it back tomorrow like everyone else does.”
Originally posted by Coldfirehehehe...sorry. couldn't resist.
That is SO gross! ewwwwwwwwww.......... lol
After a particularly trying day, two teachers were discussing their hectic lives over coffee in the faculty lounge. One said, “If there’s anything to this business of reincarnation, I’d like to come back as a childhood disease.
Originally posted by Fëanor
hehehe...sorry. couldn't resist.After a particularly trying day, two teachers were discussing their hectic lives over coffee in the faculty lounge. One said, “If there’s anything to this business of reincarnation, I’d like to come back as a childhood disease.
😂
Originally posted by Fëanor
thanks Amber shyon another note:
A man enters a barbershop for a shave. While the barber is foaming him up, he mentions the problems he has getting a close shave around the cheeks.
“I have just the thing,” says the barber taking a small wooden ball from a nearby drawer. “Just place this between your cheeks and gum.”
The man places the ball in his mouth and the barber proceeds with the closest shave the man has ever experienced. After a few strokes the man asks in garbled speech.
“And what if I swallow it?”
“No problem,” says the barber. “Just bring it back tomorrow like everyone else does.”
😆
Disgusting.