When Someone Else Is You: Three D
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Without wasting anymore time and mind space, jump with me to a postcard moment. If you
are not feeling loved right now, or at work passing time browsing through a few of my
theories or other writers, this one is not for you. Read another one of mine, and don't ruin this
theory and what it can do by trying to prove a meaningless point. This is one of those, " Oh
my goodness Theories". A theory meant to bulge a males pants and dampen the seat or
chair a female is sitting on. So go with me, come with me and migrate in the marinade of
magical moments. Don't spend too much time imagining me per say, but make like Tom
Cruise in the movie when the three humans could tell the future, and remove my eyes with
yours. Take out the time to not think about time, and travel with me where ever you are.
Journey to a place, and see things my way for a drawn out Texas minute. So now picture this
moment. I'm outside at an Italian Restaurant, sitting under an umbrella in ninety degree
weather by myself, drinking a glass of Grappa while being served a Chicken Salad lunch
plate with cranberries sprinkled over the fresh young spinach leaves, in Miami. Call it what
you want, but casually, I'm ridiculously dressed to the hilt, feeling better than the word, chillin'
with a half opened Robb Report Magazine to my left. It's a Narcissistic feeling we all have
sometimes if we select to admit it or not, where we don't want any company, distractions or
anything but the moment to occupy our time. Me and my guys have a saying when a person
mentally elevates to a space like this. We say that whom ever it is that goes to this mystical
place, " Is On One". Well you must understand that to reach such a level is rare, but much
more identifiable to athletes when they have one of those special games, and categorize
it as, " In Tha Zone". So now that I've explained what it means when or if you ever read me
talking about, "Being On One", understand where that came from. But back to the patio,
magazine and salad, and now also understand that I wasn't just on one, I was feeling
like I was on two! Now, as you've swapped visions with me, let me close my eyes and
fully continue writing this theory I call, Three D.
A Desperate Devouring Desire, or Three D, is the definition I would like for you to look
up when or if this theory steers you wrong. I'm talking a lustful moment where you feel
like you're drunk, because you're slurring your words when you think about talking. I'm
talking a mini explosion that is combusting the sweat through your pores in a below
zero snow storm. We're talking about bona fide carpet ride, that glides in and out
smoother than your coolest cucumber. I'm not talking about a surface level exotic
fantasy, I'm speaking about a core conceiving erotic love affair in reality. To the point
where saturating a situation is not enough, and you're able to appreciate and admire
the many elements that take you into the zone I described earlier. But imagine a
postcard with you taking the photo, being in the photo and not the subject of the
photograph in the photo. Its not all about you, but how things all around you brings
this moment alive. Yeah, way way out there passion, and you're wishing to live this
moment out for the rest of your life, but can't, because you're impervious to such a
satisfaction. Now, take it to your fantasy. Take it to where you wanna go, and
pretend to include others that know they're not exactly what you imagined. Now after
that, imagine where you are not at, and that will bring you to where I'm talking about.
I'm looking at a salad, a scenery, a moment in a land far away from here. One of
those nights where you take things beyond the penthouse. One of those take your
time nights, where all seems like a dream you are able to craft like a director in a
movie. A feeling that makes you who you are, and a moment that turns you into the
person you wanna be. A Three D moment.
Now as I'm thinking about my woman many mental miles away and wanting to talk to
her, I place my silverware down, and reached inside of my jacket pocket for my cell
phone. I'm wanting to share this electric moment, but also keep it to myself. I reach
again for my phone, open it and sped dialed her number to check on how she might be
cosmetically feeling. Just about that time, a stunning woman walked, or should I say,
snuck up on me and properly introduced herself. As I calmly shook off the interruption, I
heard the tail end of her request to join me at my table. She wasn't being too forward or
pushy, there were no available tables that were facing the streets the way one should
face while dining outside, and seen I was by myself and comfortable with that situation.
As I heard the voice mail come on from a distance on my woman's phone I just had
called, I told the woman to please have a seat, went back to the phone call, left a
message and sat back down after sliding the chair under this woman's body. Her look
was athletically voluptuous.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Without wasting anymore time and mind space, jump with me to a postcard moment. If you
are not feeling loved right now, or at work passing time browsing through a few of my
theories or other writers, this one is not for you. Read another one of mine, and don't ruin this
theory and what it can do by trying to prove a meaningless point. This is one of those, " Oh
my goodness Theories". A theory meant to bulge a males pants and dampen the seat or
chair a female is sitting on. So go with me, come with me and migrate in the marinade of
magical moments. Don't spend too much time imagining me per say, but make like Tom
Cruise in the movie when the three humans could tell the future, and remove my eyes with
yours. Take out the time to not think about time, and travel with me where ever you are.
Journey to a place, and see things my way for a drawn out Texas minute. So now picture this
moment. I'm outside at an Italian Restaurant, sitting under an umbrella in ninety degree
weather by myself, drinking a glass of Grappa while being served a Chicken Salad lunch
plate with cranberries sprinkled over the fresh young spinach leaves, in Miami. Call it what
you want, but casually, I'm ridiculously dressed to the hilt, feeling better than the word, chillin'
with a half opened Robb Report Magazine to my left. It's a Narcissistic feeling we all have
sometimes if we select to admit it or not, where we don't want any company, distractions or
anything but the moment to occupy our time. Me and my guys have a saying when a person
mentally elevates to a space like this. We say that whom ever it is that goes to this mystical
place, " Is On One". Well you must understand that to reach such a level is rare, but much
more identifiable to athletes when they have one of those special games, and categorize
it as, " In Tha Zone". So now that I've explained what it means when or if you ever read me
talking about, "Being On One", understand where that came from. But back to the patio,
magazine and salad, and now also understand that I wasn't just on one, I was feeling
like I was on two! Now, as you've swapped visions with me, let me close my eyes and
fully continue writing this theory I call, Three D.
A Desperate Devouring Desire, or Three D, is the definition I would like for you to look
up when or if this theory steers you wrong. I'm talking a lustful moment where you feel
like you're drunk, because you're slurring your words when you think about talking. I'm
talking a mini explosion that is combusting the sweat through your pores in a below
zero snow storm. We're talking about bona fide carpet ride, that glides in and out
smoother than your coolest cucumber. I'm not talking about a surface level exotic
fantasy, I'm speaking about a core conceiving erotic love affair in reality. To the point
where saturating a situation is not enough, and you're able to appreciate and admire
the many elements that take you into the zone I described earlier. But imagine a
postcard with you taking the photo, being in the photo and not the subject of the
photograph in the photo. Its not all about you, but how things all around you brings
this moment alive. Yeah, way way out there passion, and you're wishing to live this
moment out for the rest of your life, but can't, because you're impervious to such a
satisfaction. Now, take it to your fantasy. Take it to where you wanna go, and
pretend to include others that know they're not exactly what you imagined. Now after
that, imagine where you are not at, and that will bring you to where I'm talking about.
I'm looking at a salad, a scenery, a moment in a land far away from here. One of
those nights where you take things beyond the penthouse. One of those take your
time nights, where all seems like a dream you are able to craft like a director in a
movie. A feeling that makes you who you are, and a moment that turns you into the
person you wanna be. A Three D moment.
Now as I'm thinking about my woman many mental miles away and wanting to talk to
her, I place my silverware down, and reached inside of my jacket pocket for my cell
phone. I'm wanting to share this electric moment, but also keep it to myself. I reach
again for my phone, open it and sped dialed her number to check on how she might be
cosmetically feeling. Just about that time, a stunning woman walked, or should I say,
snuck up on me and properly introduced herself. As I calmly shook off the interruption, I
heard the tail end of her request to join me at my table. She wasn't being too forward or
pushy, there were no available tables that were facing the streets the way one should
face while dining outside, and seen I was by myself and comfortable with that situation.
As I heard the voice mail come on from a distance on my woman's phone I just had
called, I told the woman to please have a seat, went back to the phone call, left a
message and sat back down after sliding the chair under this woman's body. Her look
was athletically voluptuous.