Judith Lautner (judith) wrote,
Judith Lautner

out again

This afternoon I went out again. I wanted to pay some bills, and needed some stamps, so I brought the bills with me, wadded up in my notebook, and went to Denny's. I don't know the last time I have been in there. I thought it might be good because I might be able to overhear conversations in the booth behind me.

As I drove into the parking lot I thought of other Denny's (what would be the plural of that? Denny'ss? Denny'ses? Better to restructure the sentence, I think, and avoid the word.), other times. I now associate the place with some near-exhibitionist behavior on my part, precipitated by Dwain (now that word, precipitate, may not be quite right). The first time was when he ordered fruit and fed it to me. Led to whipped cream, french fries dipped in honey, his moving to my side of the booth and invading me above and below the table. Because of where we were in the restaurant, in an end booth, nobody was forced to watch but it wasn't long before I saw that the cooks were getting a good eyeful and enjoying it. And I enjoyed that! It was one of those times I realized how much I like just this kind of venture into exhibitionism. For me, it is defined as exposing myself to persons I don't know in such a way that they may not know for sure what is going on. And watching, on their part, is consensual. They aren't forced to watch.

But lord do I digress.

There was a couple in the booth behind me when I was seated but they moved out soon after. I heard nothing. I took a look into my idea book and went for one of the prompts, started writing. I think I have enough of a germ there, in what I wrote, in what feelings it evoked, to take it a bit further, which I hope to do today.

I think of Denny's as a haven for senior citizens who like standard American fare, but today I saw many different people. THere was a young woman in the waiting area whose pose interested me. She was seated in the middle of the turn of the L created by two long padded couches, her legs were in loose-fitting jeans, pulled up onto the bench. She wore glasses, was thin and was staring at some spot continuously, as if hypnotised. I wondered if she were waiting for someone to arrive, but she did not look toward the door. Finally a young man came from inside the restaurant, one of the far tables, and joined her and the two left together. For some reason I had not seen her as being with a man, she seemed more introspective and alone.

I need to do a workout soon, then call Mary later. But I want to transcribe my Denny's scribblings first, maybe expand, make changes.

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