Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Meetings are indispensable when you don't want to do anything.
The clouds look a little menacing behind those dunes. Howrah Beach, Howrah. December 2010.
There once was a man I knew – tall fellow, polite, nice teeth, nice shoes – he quite fancied himself as a ‘romantic tactician’. In terms of his amorous endeavours, he was ruthless. For the dispassionate observer, it was remarkable the level of success with the ladies, given his merciless approach.
Some speculated that this heartlessness was actually due to a lack of imagination: he would get the ladies, but then not know what to do with them. Thus, he would cast them aside and begin the pursuit of another. I was not so sure myself, it appeared that the point was more the getting than the keeping.
Meanwhile, back at Opossum Bay...