Dang, I did it again!  

nightstogether 56M
818 posts
8/4/2005 4:36 am

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Dang, I did it again!

It's not that such things are a mistake, on the contrary, I love doing it and I will continue to do it with hardly a guilty pang at all.

But I had promised myself that I wouldn't succumb to the temptation quite so often as in the past. I block the (favourite listed) site out of my mind when I'm on the Internet, and I avert my eyes whenever I come across one in the street. However, this week it was practically impossible. I was confronted, and had nowhere else to turn, nowhere to run to.

How did it happen this time? Simple. I parked my car next to a department store in Walsrode - where my ex lives, as I was there to help her - and the only way down from this carpark is through the store itself. Not a problem, but for the fact that the lift - and the stairs for that matter - come out exactly where temptation lies awaiting. The lift doors open, and the potential customer is confronted immediately with these delightful objects, and has to walk past them as best he can to get anywhere else in the store, or out onto the street.

The fact is, I couldn't do it. I stopped at each display, and felt my fingers and my mind itching as I looked over the marvellous colours; the devine forms; the tempting descriptions. In the end I couldn't resist, and grabbed two to take with me.

Out on the street, waiting for the court to open, I was confronted by another shop packed to overflowing. So many that they had display stands out on the street which grab your attention and practically twist your arm until you go inside to breath in the perfumes of more wonderful examples. Here I managed to resist a little better, meaning that I could have loaded myself up with considerably more, and I left the shop, again, with only two examples.

Saved by the clock, as the court opened and I was able to hide myself in its musty interior, deal with the business at hand, and then hasten back to my car and drive home once more. Needless to say, as soon as I got home I was there, slobbering over the first one, and fingering the other three with great anticipation.

But I have to be patient. There are others waiting before these ones come to the front and are ready to be savoured.

The four that I bought were:

Das Leiden anderer betrachten (Regarding the pain of Others) by Susan Sontag.
Deutschland: Der Abstieg eines Superstars by Gabor Steingart.
Das Rätsel der Ankunft (The Enigma of Arrival) by V.S. Naipaul.
Der Engländer (The English Assassin) by Daniel Silva.

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rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
8/4/2005 7:55 pm

That is so funny I do the exact same thing. It is also why I have banned myself from Amazon. Too tempting.

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