From: coates@newton.physics.uq.oz.au (Tony Coates)
Subject: A Night in the Forest
Organization: Physics Dept. The University of Queensland
Date: Tue, 1 Sep 1992 10:58:01 GMT

[from Tony, Official Prude to the RFA]

"The moon's a balloon", she thought to herself.  Then she giggled.
"If Lisa Di were an astronaut, that could well end up true", she
thought to herself, and giggled again.  It was nice out in the
darkness, in the gentle mountain forest.  Her mother and father were
worried by her stories of being out in the forest alone at night, but
she always laughed off their concerns.  She knew the forest well, and
had little reason to be scared.  It would have been nice, this night,
to have a fire, or even a candle, she thought, just for a *little*
company (it wasn't cold at all), but she would have to do without, she
decided.
	She gazed up at the sky, and cast her eyes among the
constellations that shone done at her from above.  Suddenly, in the
corner of her eye, she saw a glittering rainbow appear, as a shower of
comets formed a luminescent rainbow across a distant corner of the
ethereal blackness above.  "Ah-ha", she thought, "at least I have
*heavenly* candles to keep me company tonight!".  For each shooting
star you get a wish, they say, and she had seen a dozen or more - but
she had only one wish tonight, and that was that she might meet the
man she dreamed of, so often of late.
	It wasn't that the guys she met around the town and university
were all so bad, but none of them never seemed quite right.  Why was
it that men never seem to understand much about women at all?  Weren't
we people, after all?  Are we *so* different?  And yet, how many guys
had she met who seemed unable to have a straight conversation with a
female just as they would with another guy.  It was as though they had
to be on the lookout for every female that passed, and try to make a
play of some sort.  Then, if you didn't show interest, it was as
though there was something wrong with you, and they either didn't want
to know you, or just kept on trying without ever being sensitive
enough to know when to just quit.
	What was wrong with just meeting a woman as another person,
just being friends, and then maybe only looking for more if there was
a real spark, instead of trying to force the wrong sort of
relationship on you.  Oh well, it was no great use complaining, as
millions of years of evolution and two thousand years of
'civilisation' seemed only to have left men is some sort of romantic
rut, running along the side of a well-beaten track that leads nowhere.
	Well, perhaps this was all a bit harsh, but it seemed that she
hadn't yet come across a man who could just talk to her as an equal,
just listen and understand, who didn't need to have to fix anything
she didn't want fixed, who didn't need to display and fondle you
publicly to convince his friends, or himself, who was confident enough
to know that good friends can remain so forever, and don't need
jealousy and suspicion to try to keep them together.  Someone she
could disagree with, without getting mad at, or having him mad at her;
someone who could agree to disagree without suffering from massive ego
deflation.  How about someone who understood that sometimes hugging
and kissing, touching and caressing didn't have to mean foreplay, but
at the right moment were just wonderful feelings in themselves that
could say some things that weren't always so easy to put into the
right words.  It didn't really work when all the touching did was put
expectations in his mind beyond the intention of the moment.
	A fish without a bicycle?  Well, it wasn't quite like that.
Maybe the next shooting star would bring her a Prince Charming from
the stars, and deliver him to her, gift-wrapped, in this little forest
she liked to think of as her own .......

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