May 29, 2008
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The Canadian
I’m supposed to be studying Spanish but jerjonji – See her post (I think it’s the third one down) about using friends as material – made me remember I wanted to do a character sketch of the Canadian while I still can. Or care to. I missed dancing with him, as he is traveling this week, so this should favor him.
He’s about my height, slightly taller, but he stands straighter with his chest out. He wears new, fashionable glasses but looks younger without them. I mentioned this but he must prefer to look cool or my age — He takes them off to read the menu.
I’m partial to hair and he still has his. Not a whole lot in front but enough that there’s the illusion of hair there.
His clothes are fairly nondescript but he pointed out the brand name on the bottom of the sleeve. Red flag for me.
Compact, with very large quads, he has big knees and a small ass. He’s a cyclist.
When I admired his good shoes he was quick to mention the designer. Woops.
When he tells a story nothing moves save for a slight inflection. No hand gestures, (he once made a comment about mine. As you might imagine I gesture a lot) he has no body language.
My daughter says he reminds her of Jack Nicholson. That surprised him. Unpleasantly, I gathered. I see the likeness in the stance and in the sort of sly reserve but the Canadian is a gentle, unassuming sort who gets things done behind the scene.
He appears to be a gentle soul but he can cut you to the quick I fear. I thought I saw that, initially, but not since. He changes his behavior accordingly. More about that later.
His mouth is his most telling and intriguing feature, with a full bottom lip that tends to protrude slightly but only sometimes. His smile is amused, his humor quick and dry. It’s the eyes that show the depth of his quiet intelligence.
Upon entering a room he is somewhat cautious while taking it all in, his senses on overdrive. He gets acclimated slowly, seeing everything around him without showing it. Except now that he knows I see, too, we share it all with nudges of the knee, under the table, or darts of the eye in the direction of interest.
I like the way he is is in the world, confident and comfortable. He said I’m easy to be with but he’s the one who seems to glide through whatever space we’re in. I think it’s because of all the time he spends in places that are not his. He makes his own way, usually alone, like me.
Comments (8)
He seems a cutie:)
i love your character sketches! he seems quite the man!
I like this. It is a compact way to get a better idea of him. A bit of a fashionista hunh? I enjoy the way you describe his physicality. I can see it.
ryc: I won’t go back to that place alone. No worries!
I never like Jack Nicholson; but reading your sketch of the Canadian I cannot see him as Jack Nicholson. “A gentle soul can cut to the quick,” ahh, that can make me fear too.
Men who have little asses and big knees. lol lol lol
Wow girl, you got skills! I thought my poem about my date with the lion was accurate, but I believe that I would know this man if I met him on the street. lol
Canadian, hey? Big knees little ass? And if he doesn’t move much when he is talking…well? lol And then for him to over compensate with brand names…he has just sealed his fate. NEXT! Well unless he makes a good subject to study. You are so funny, I have missed your posts. I have been so busy trying to bring about balance with all my master life courses, my art, my writing, my job, my physical fitness, staying in my center, and yes…getting back into the dating pool. Yes, indeed spring is in the air.
Love and hugs,
Ms. Liz
And his speech…does he say “eh”? or “X, Y, Zed”. or “Yeppers”? That’s how you can tell a real Canadian. That and their penchant for Tim Hortons and the frivilous insertion of the letter “U” in words like Labour or Honour, as though “U”s were free and inexhaustable in their availabiity.
You know I’m just kidding. I work and play in Canada a great deal and have a strong affininty for the best neighbor the United States could ever hope for.
Live and be well Prudy.
Hi Wyatt…thanks for the exceedingly kind comments. I know what you mean about the fickle nature of “the public”. I have written things that I think are deadly funny and others just think they are dreadfully dull. Other times I pour my heart out and get hearty guffaws at what others assume is my attempt at humor.Sometimes I think the only sane ones in here are me and you.
Oh yes..to the point of your post. I assume he says “sabataj” for sabotage, like William Shatner. And kudos to you…I have not matured to the point where I let anyone who actually KNOWS me read my posts.
Live and be well girly.
I almost feel like I know him. It’s interesting how we focus on different things. I would have noted the shape of his face and the color of his hair and eyes, but I never would have noticed the knees or ass. I love the personality characteristics you have shown.
he he Just noted the end of Slag Runner’s comment. For me, both “sabataj” and “sabotage” are pronounced the same and I’m not Canadian