Intimacy « Freudian Slip

Friday, February 11, 2005

Intimacy

Some seem oblivious to the fact that our briefest exchanges in social interactions
are but mere crossroads between our most intimate and personal lives...

Yes, I dont like shopping malls; Maybe it's just me, but I hate walking half a mile weaving between kiosks, while dodging the oncoming traffic of hurried consumers and their stray children, or getting my feet ran over by runaway strollers, just to make my way to the handful of stores I might be interested in browsing through. Worse yet, I absolutely loath aggressive sales reps; No, I do not want to try a free sample of your fudge,... PLEASE do NOT spray me with your newest perfume... Yes I have time to fill out one of your surveys to qualify for a free trip to where-ever, but that doesn't mean I'm going to... and for the love of god, please back the fuck away from me, I know youre just trying to do your job, but following me around the store cooing at me like I'm a chubby newborn while complimenting me every twenty seconds is NOT going to land you the commission youre looking for...

Ok, It's very possible that I'm anti-social; I'm not sure exactly how to label the intense appreciation I have for my own personal space, but whatever the case, I was definitely not pleased by the unsolicited presence of the woman working at the store I ended up in or her game of twenty questions; Hi, how are you? I'm good thanks.. Are you searching for anything in particular? No, not really, I'm just looking... Did you hear about our sale going on today? Um, I saw the sign on the window... Oh yes, then you know that everything is 15% off? Um, yea.. Oh, and if you are looking for some nice slacks, its buy one get one free? Yes, I see the advertisement sign on top of the rack.. On and On and On... This girl would not shut the fuck up and just let me shop. It was so hard not ask her Do you sell ball gags? and if so, can I buy you one?

Eventually, I ended up wandering off into another section of the store just to avoid her; There was a reason why I hadn't brought my daughter with me, I hadn't come here to entertain someone else, and besides, I honestly didn't know what I was looking for... Roaming through a few different departments, I was accosted by two more sales reps before I realized that I wasn't really in the mood for other people; Gazing around the store, I was just about to leave when I caught a glipse of something white out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was a slip, but on closer inspection I discovered that it was a gorgeous pale ivory chemise; Rather short, but still tasteful, I inspected the material to find it incredibly silky between my fingers. Glancing at the price-tag, I wondered what it might look like on, when I was startled by a womans voice: She said it was really pretty wasn't it? Another sales rep... Simply nodding, I stepped back from the lingerie and wondered to myself why I'd even been looking at it..

This garment was not made to sport around the house; It was defnitely something you'd wear for a lover.. It was ridiculous for me to consider buying it, after all, I was practically celibate. Yet, I couldn't resist trying it on. Debating for a few more minutes, I swear the sales rep read my mind, because she broke the silence this time by telling me that the changing rooms were around the corner, and if I wanted any help with anything to just give her a yell. As she dissappeared down the isle, I gave into temptation, picked the nightie up off the rack, and searched for the dressing room..

It was a beautiful piece of clothing; Not only did it fit really well, but the color complimented my skin. Dear God, It had been a long time since I'd donned anything like this; Hell it wasn't like I had any reason to... I wasn't seeing anyone, and had no man to wear it for. But then the weirdest thought flashed across my mind; I wondered what Mr. Clean would think, if he saw me in it...

When I decided to buy the chemise, I searched for the rep who'd left me to my shopping
Noting her quiet smile, I appreciated her lack of comment, thanking her for the help...

05:11 am


	Gigglesbee February 11, 2005 06:34 AM PST I hate shopping too!! Especially in malls. I think we're both anti-social...but I also think we both have reason to be. ;) You sexy thang!!!!


	Lyly February 11, 2005 07:53 AM PST I despise shopping. I even hate browsing. Glad you bought the chemise for yourself (following up your previous entry).


	nightowl February 11, 2005 08:27 AM PST Hey, just stumbled on your blog and loved reading it, so I thought I'd leave a comment. I also hate shopping malls and pushy sales people (how can they not know the meaning of "I'm just looking..."). At least you left with a nice purchase, though. I'm sure Mr. Clean will love it..:)


	-stankz February 11, 2005 10:28 AM PST that's not antisocial, i hate it when those people do that to me too


	Blatant Honesty February 11, 2005 08:22 PM PST OMFG! I swear to God. This shit is tooo good. I never wanna stop reading. I wish that I could just not read your blog in forever and then I'd have bunches of entires to read.. (Yah right!) But I 'm like WRITE FASTER DAMNIT! More more more more. You always have these great cliffhangers... Gimmie like... A preview or insider scoop, lol. Love ya. <3 - BH


	sharkbait February 11, 2005 08:31 PM PST love the way you write...and you just had to buy it didn't ya..hehe..and all salespeople ard the world are given a book "How to slobber ard your customers"


	Khali February 11, 2005 10:51 PM PST I work in retail - but that doesn't make me like the pushy ones any more than anyone else! I'm glad you bought yourself something pretty. It's all about how it makes you feel, after all. ~Khali


	scott February 12, 2005 03:28 AM PST So much for retail therapy. Glad we have a loathing for shops. Although I work in one... Go figure.

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