Snapshot stories – The Ineffable Mr. Andrews (part two)

I see you here and I’m counting the minutes, tick-tock, tick-tock. I know I’ve got you in the palm of my hand as always, but I never know which way you’re going to go.

I want to talk to you about stuff, but I never know how to approach you without making it sound like I’m chatting you up, or something.

I’m a bit sheepish and dog-eared like that.

I’m busy but I want to stop and chat, find out what you’ve been doing with your day. Married people do that, but we’re not married!

I don’t even really know what you look like. Sure I’ve seen your cropped photo, but that’s just an impression. Anyway, who’s to say that you actually look that way at all!

I mean, you could be a real ugly beast…you might not even be female!

There’s a thought…

You have an allure about you, an attraction that I find hard to place and hard to ignore. I know it’s you in the photo; if I know anything in the time that I’ve known you, it’s that you don’t mince words, and I’m guessing you don’t mince pictures either!

Do I continue with mind-numbing work, or do I try and talk to you?

I have this theory, that all women that seek the pleasure of a man seek only one thing, honesty. Pure unadulterated honesty.

But it wears me out, all these people wanting a piece of me, wanting me to do stuff  for them that I don’t really want to do.

Honesty is a hard thing to come by these days. When you’re up to your eyeballs in paperwork, even if it’s of the virtual kind, there’s no respite from the grab of those greedy little mitts wanting a piece of my arse!

She’s probably gone now, missed my moment.

I feel like I owe her something. I don’t want to say we ‘share a connection’, it just sounds too trite. I look forward to ‘seeing’ her though; she makes me sit up a little straighter in my chair, and lean into the screen like she’s sitting in front of me over a coffee. I know she likes coffee. A special blend… I can’t remember the name of it now.

I wonder if she’d want to have a coffee with me…?

Nope! Keep my mind on the job. Stuff to do… I could just send her an e-mail… nah too personal. Would she mind?

An honest cup of coffee…

Maybe she’d like a Hob-Knob too… to go with her coffee I mean!


Do we see eye to eye?

Yeah… I think we do… most of the time… sometimes. But she’s so damned smart!

I mean there’s no getting anything past her. It’s like a game to her; like a cat with a mouse; batting words around like they were insects. She can tie you in knots if you’re not watching your step; like someone tying your shoe laces together when you’re not looking. Good thing I don’t have shoe-laces, or else she’d probably garotte me with them too!

Nah… she’s too nice…

I feel bad now… I should’ve just talked to her. What an idiot!



Other Snapshot stories in this series:

Part One – The Infallible Mr.Andrews

Part Three – The Incorrigible Mr. Andrews


8 thoughts on “Snapshot stories – The Ineffable Mr. Andrews (part two)

      1. The struggle with the decision to call or not to call, to talk or not to talk and reminds of those times a boy sees girl and has this debate whether to approach her or not and then eventually she goes never to be seen again 😛

      2. What is interesting my friend, and it occurred to me as I read your analogy here is that both these stories concerning our dear Mr.Andrews is a different version of the same situation. I realise that the first version in its impassioned delivery has hidden depths, not immediately obvious that it is about the feelings this man has for a woman he has never met before, and how it could just as easily be interpreted as his relationship with God, or some such other faith/belief that he has personified. In the second version the entity or person he refers to is less ambiguous, and his delivery is a lot more base. Both stories however, I suppose, are about the nature of relationships with anyone or anything, and about our desires to interact with our world and to be valued.
        Never let it be said that you don’t give me food for thought. I am grateful to you for the mental exercise! 😀

      3. Oh my friend, thanks for the kind words.
        You write very inspiring posts that are open to different layers of interpretation and that is the real beauty.

      4. I try to keep what I post varied, and true to myself. Not sure I always achieve that. I aim to keep an open mind and explore the potential in new ideas.

  1. Now here’s a gent who has bottled himself up inside. First, he’s speaking directly to her, in his mind, both talking himself I and out of the relationship. Next, he’s speaking to himself, although it’s a bit like watching someone pretending to drive with both hands off the steering wheel. Knowing you as I do, it feels like someone is talking about the writer of the piece.

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