I used to work with this very cool, very beautiful girl. I remember meeting her my very first day and was taken aback by her beauty. She seemed to know the affect she had on men but it didn't stop her from being very friendly and fun to chat with. We were both in relationships so in time we became very good friends. That's not to say that she was ever attracted to me. I don't believe she was and being single wouldn't have changed that. I was always like an older brother to her and when she would come to me for relationship advice, I certainly felt like an older brother. That's how it was and has remained throughout the years.
Both of us are single now and we decided to play Portal 2 together last Saturday. It was a challenge scheduling a day to shoot portals in walls since she's the popular type. You know the type. The invitations to do awesome things pile up, especially on weekends, so I was lucky to get a sunny afternoon with her. Naturally, the chemistry set in the kitchen went bye-bye before she came over...but Lord that red dust is everywhere.
So she gets to my place and we're catching up while I'm firing up the ol' Xbox. We don't see each other all that often anymore so we each had of plenty of questions. After a minute of the usual, "How's work, friends, family, etc..." she notices that I seem rather content and asks why. I've just been so passionate and excited about the spice's mystical journey (making and taking) that it all came out in a moderately incoherent, jumbled-up, raving mess of a paragraph. It made Joe Rogan's explanation sound like Shakespeare. And yet, her eyes lit up as she listened and smiled, "Do you have any DMT here?"
Needless to say, we did not get to Portal 2. The hours flew by as I showed her YouTube videos, documentaries, literature- and she was interested in it all. I wanted her to be prepared. To respect the spice. As you all know, this is not something to be entered in lightly and I take that very seriously. Yet, I was amazed by her desire to learn and, let's be honest, turned on but her bold willingness to explore the substance. I mean, this stuff is homegrown and she was fearless. It was hot.
To make a long story short, the process was still a little alien to her so she didn't experience much. I told her not to be disappointed. I basically numbed half my face my first time and the only vision I had was of my wasted money going right down the toilet. It's all a learning experience. The operative word is "experience". She's coming over tomorrow to try again, so I can't help but wonder if this will change things between us. Is it possible that a shared passionate for the profound effects of DMT could create a romantic bond where there was none before? Experiencing it together is very intimate...but could this chemistry really alter the chemistry between people?
Have any of you had a relationship spring from sharing your passionate for the spice, or experiencing it together? I do believe DMT can create beautiful things in both universes if given the chance.
This is a question that has nothing to do with anything but I thought it would be fun to ask.
Prone to made-up, outlandish gibberish. Any coherent words or full sentences are purely coincidental. Jigganaut does none of these things. It's not experience, it's delirious.