Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Taxes and Sex

I used to hate paying taxes. It's not the money. It's not that almost 50% of my earnings disappear into the bottomless pockets of our socialist government. It's not that MY money is spent on such completely unnecessary bullshit as trafficlights and social security checks. It's the paperwork
I used to hate paying taxes. Until today.
Financially I finally made it into the league where I can afford my own accountant. So armed with a bundle of paperwork, I set out to my new (rather expensive) friend. They made me wait in the lobby a bit, so I flipped the pages of "Money Journal", looking really sophisticated and rich. I settled down in the cozy leather sofa, awaiting my balding, badly dressed bespectacled nerd. (Funny how the guy you used to beat up in highschool always ends up doing your taxes.) Rather engrossed in a highly amusing article about interest rate fluctuations in third world countries, I was barely aware of my name being softly called. And then it happened.
She can't be over 25. Freckles all over her pretty face. Dressed in an immaculately clean business suit that would probably cost more than I make in a month. A dose of red hair that looks as if she has a barber instead of a cat. Carefully polished black leather shoes.
I stood up. I dropped my magazine. I sat down again. Picked up the damn magazine. Stood up. Remembered something. Sat down again. Tried to put the magazine back on the rack. Failed. Stood up again. Apologized. Tried to hide the magazine behind the leather sofa. Apologised again and ventured to look at her.
She laughed as she held out her hand. And her laughter sounded like... fuck this. I'm not gonna write another romance novel. I'll just give you the gist of it.

The Bulb is in love once again.

This woman made me forget Psychoturk. No other woman has had that effect on me in a long time. I have no idea how long I talked to her. Could be 20 minutes. Could have been an hour. I remember her apologizing that her office was a mess. I remember her telling me she got her law degree last January. I remember her telling me she went backpacking in Australia. I remember her laughing at my anecdotes. I remember her filling out some dopey form and asking: "Are you single?" I remember answering: "Yes. Are you?" I remember ...... I suddenly remembered that I was paying this bitch by the hour.

I got her business card. I got her phone number. Her name translates into: "Goatstream" (Has there ever been a sexier name?) Tomorrow I'm gonna call her and ask her out.

Stay tuned. (There might be some hot steamy posts coming up in the next few weeks.)

9 Comments:

Blogger prairie biker said...

sweet, you're paying for it before it even starts.

8:41 PM  
Blogger Toad734 said...

I've seen movies that started out like this. Ok they weren't exactly movies.

8:51 PM  
Blogger Cheryl said...

Yay Whoo hoo!
Go for it Bulb!

All that stuff about backpacking and sorry for the mess - does sound like the initial interest is mutual.

Score 1 - you can interest drop-dead gorgeous classy birds.

On to the next part of the game..... good luck!

9:33 PM  
Blogger Rosie (formerly known as Rox) said...

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9:41 PM  
Blogger kris said...

ooh i want details! but yeah awsome, its so cute how your brain goes ga ga over some people...annoying when its happening to ya but cute to watch, when its sombody else. anyways, keep us all updated!

11:36 PM  
Blogger Jess said...

Nothing like a pay-as-you go relationship. With that natural charm and whit, you're a shoe-in!!! Go for it!

5:58 PM  
Blogger Ms Burden said...

She may no be single!!! Make sure about this before you ask her out... Anyhow, the best of luck there!!!

2:22 AM  
Blogger Sassy said...

Ask her out, sexy! She would be getting a wonderful man...a real one.

7:24 AM  
Blogger Sassy said...

Aww...ask her out, sexy! But whatever happens...she better not hurt my bulb!

7:25 AM  

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