Date: Sun, 13 Jul 1997 23:27:49 EDT From: "here he comes...there she goes..." Subject: EXerCISE: Here, Play with These (was: Re: FILL: The Truth Behind the Incivil War...) On Sun, 13 Jul 1997 14:54:25 PDT, Zelda Fresser recollected one of those darling scenes of romance and rust: :) She was on a blind date. They were sitting in the car talking and :) my friend realized her date had st. vitus dance of the hands. Tired :) of fending him off she reached into her bra, pulled out two cotton :) balls and handed them to him saying, "Here, play with these." Your assignment, should you take up the plight of these bra-crossed lovers, is to pick a viewpoint (him, her, or even a floating omniscience of your contrivance) and take us through the date...up close and personal. One of the high points, of course, will be the offering of the balls... Make us feel that sweaty-palmed desire, the awkwardness, and all that jazz... What music was playing? Fill in the details and make us squirm, okay? [this could also be a fine flashback, told by grandmother to grandchild, who suddenly realizes that grandma dated once upon a time...or perhaps used to take the edge off the humiliation a son or grandson has just gone through? Feel free to layer, plane, bevel, and build your own story around the core incident here...] tink