läuft derweil eine schön langsame, heiße Büronummer ab...

(Ärgerlich, dass die Fenster dringend geputzt werden müssten und es auch noch gerade regnet...)

Was dem ganzen einen zusätzlichen Kick gibt, ist der Blick auf die Nachbarbüros, wo ordentlich gearbeitet wird.

bin ich zwischendurch mal froh über ein ruhiges Plätzchen...

Nachdem Kyra neulich ihre Probleme mit männlichem Hosenknopf&Reissverschluss schilderte, fiel mir die anhängende Passage ein. Muss so knapp 25 Jahre her sein, dass ich sie gelesen habe, und das Buch hat ca. 15 Umzüge überstanden... Aber lest selbst.

"... The Zipless Fuck was more than a fuck. It was a platonic ideal. Zipless because when you came together zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff. Tongues intertwined and turned liquid. Your whole soul flowed out through your tongue and into the mouth of your lover.

For the true, ultimate zipless A-1 fuck, it was necessary that you never get to know the man very well. I had noticed, for example, how all my infatuations dissolved as soon as I really became friends with a man, became sympathetic to his problems, listened to him kvetch about his wife, or ex-wives, his mother, his children. After that I would like him, perhaps even love him – but without passion. And it was passion that I wanted. I had also learned that a sure way to exorcise an infatuation was to write about someone, to observe his tics and twitches, to anatomize his personality in type. After that he was an insect on a pin, a newspaper clipping laminated in plastic. I might enjoy his company, even admire him at moments, but he no longer had the power to make me wake up trembling in the middle of the night. I no longer dreamed about him. He had a face.

So another condition for the zipless fuck was brevity. And anonymity made it even better.

(...)

Zipless, you see, not because European men have button-flies rather than zipper-flies, and not because the participants are so devastatingly attractive, but because the incident has all the swift compression of a dream and is seemingly free of all remorse and guilt, (...) because there is no rationalizing, because there is no talk at all. The zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It’s free of ulterior motives. There is no power game. The man is not "taking" and the woman is not "giving". (...) The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn."

(Aus: Erica Jong, "Fear of Flying", New York 1973. Zit. Nach Paperback-Ausgabe November 1974)