Sexy Analysis

Enargeia

“Let’s hit this” he says, as we walk through the doors.  Despite being my best friend, this 5 foot 5 inch man had no idea what kind of energy that was pulsating through me; not the usual uncontrolled, funny, malfocused energy that usually came from my gut.  No, this energy came from a different place; this came from somewhere unidentifiable, and so instantaneously affected the entirety of my being that I had to focus it.  I had managed to finally utilize it in a way to drive me, and push me to where I had no fear.  It’s that kind of energy that you feel before jumping out of a plane or seeing a wreck happen 50 feet in front of you: anxiety.  This anxiety had taken hold of me in the past and paralyzed me from action, but not this time.  I had finally learned to wrest the hold of the strangling pressure and use that to fuel me. As we strut through the club, the entire spectrum of lights flashed rapidly and frequently: Blue. Green. Red. Blue. Black. Red. Blue. Then smoke sprayed from the ceiling.  Through this blitzkrieg on my vision, balance, and even smell, my gaze was set.  He followed me into the group, and unbeknownst to my conscious self, I was interacting with the most beautiful woman in the room. “Hey, I’m Travis. It was very rude of you not to introduce yourself.”  As she started to giggle, I couldn’t help but notice how her nose wiggled and her beautiful brown eyes squinted.  “You’re right, how could I be so inconsiderate to you! I’m Kaitlyn.”

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