Back and forth, up and down, up and forth!

I've been assigned and reassigned, on and off, piles of work and lack of sleep, up, down, sideways and marching towards light. I was offered a new position, which lasted an intense week in which I did nothing more than hard core work. Just what I like, a purpose, a reason to proclaim yourself of being useful. Lots of new things transpired in this brief period of time. Work aside, I finally met with La Turca, somewhere downtown a couple of weeks or so ago. I was late (yeap, with the whole thing of me refusing to have a cell phone and the place where we were to meet unclear, I had to go to a small empty Internet cafe to look for your phone number and let you know of my whereabouts) but I was dressed to impress, my Diesel jeans with the faded effect (which is, by the way, fading) and a nice clear sky short sleeve shirt, a masculine touch provided by my vandanna (is it spelled correctly? Until recently I did not know what they were called, but they give me a semi-tough look that doesn't become too grotesque given my feminine traits), a cloth-bracelet (now this I know I'm making up), and as soon as we met I thought to myself my mystery girl didn't have any resemblance with the chunky, short half-witted version that I had in my mind. She was, is, an athletic slim, long-legged, sound female. Dinners, beach, walks, wine, books, sex, culinary talent exhibitions, sleep-overs, vertebrate conversations, plans, gifts, friends, and then some more wine and books, we have shared so much in such a little time. I imagine the progress we can make with each other and the astounding speed with which that progress could be obtained. She's an equal, I can say, in the intellectual department, and I confide her as more intelligent and much more capable in many respects than me. I like this girl. I really, really like her. She has structure, discipline, vision, resilience, aptitude, all of those things that if I rarely put to work, work wonders. I said it before, I could pass by, throw a seed on the ground on my way to a new project and on my way back there would be a forest in place. I am fertile, fecund, prolific, and I'm being modest. I also waste energy on futility and demand little, but I am starting to see that I am shaping, curving some highways, remodeling old schemes. She listens, and we have plans to write a book together.
Yesterday I saw my infatuation as she came through the door of what is left of what used to be the mailroom. Crystal, isn't enough that you're, in a word, the manifestation of physical beauty? As it normally happens, you're not completely sure of the chaos you cause with a mere glimpse. I confess that if there was anything melancholy about the whole ordeal of taking a new task in this company, it certainly was that I would not see you as often, and if so, maybe on unusual circumstances. Like yesterday, when I walked outside the new, relocated mailroom and saw you off a distance, a nanosecond, it still haunted me, exhausted me. How could I have lived in your presence. I couldn't grow with you. This impact is even reflected upon my observation of the unraveling of events. I seem to make a pause, search for the right article, stumble, and continue out of sheer fear that the process would be blocked and none of this will see the light. Yeah, not only do we write when we sit down and do so, but also when before, after and sometimes even in between lines, as whispers and certain moods don't make their way to the paper. I was conceiving ways of letting you know all this, writing this blog, fiercely dreaming until we both awake to this image simmering in cold sweat, restless from climbing up the walls of your desire. Back to the world of black and white, which is a lot less colorful, a lot less interesting... I saw you and kindly demanded that you display your picture whenever you came into the building. You said, "Why should I?" and flashed that smile,  "You know me already." This sounded reassuring, to say the least. On her way out, a brief eternity later, I explained: "It's just a nice picture, that's all." She said, "No, it's not." I should have said that I agreed. "Granted. You're much better in person." But I didn't. Instead, I approached her and said just before she left: "Question." She turned back and attentively awaited until I exposed my left wrist to her with my brand new $20 brown diesel watch and held in my right hand the black Guess watch. "Which one do you like best?" She hesitated for an instant and then pointed at the Diesel watch on my left wrist. "That one." As she was to turn away, I thanked her without further ceremony and made physical contact with the knockle