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She is Always on My Mind
02-Jan-2011
I got back home after a week of work and travel. I threw the bags on the bed and took the tie off. I didn’t see my roommate Bobak. His bedroom door was closed. As I got closer, I could hear him arguing with Zari, his girlfriend. By now, I was used to the arguments. He wanted to have sex, she didn’t, well kind of, not regularly! She wanted him to meet her parents, he didn’t. He just wasn’t ready for that kind of an escalation in the relationship.
I sat in the kitchen, looked at the view and tried to relax. After a while, Bobak came out of his room. He must have heard me. “Guess what? Zari wants to fix you up with her best friend Shideh. But act like you don’t know anything about it!” Bobak whispered. “Spare me man! You are already suffering enough for both of us! If she is anything like Zari, I don’t want anything to do with it!” I replied half jokingly. “On the contrary! She joined us for dinner a couple of nights ago. She is a lot of fun, nothing like Zari! She works at the Clinique counter at Nordstrom.”
Zari came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She gave me that shy and innocent look. She always worried about what I thought of her. “I found you a nice date if you promise to be a good boy!”
“I am the son of Prophet Mohammad! Is she hot?”
“She is my best friend, so you better behave!” We set a double date for the following night at Ciao Bella. Zari had already done the background work!
Shideh was already there when we arrived. I love women who are on time! She had tight, black leather pants and high heels on. She looked great! I wanted to kiss Zari and thank her! The gates of heaven had opened and the gods above were smiling at me! What have I done to deserve this?
Bobak and I sat on one side, the girls on the other side. Zari was watching me trying to figure out if I liked her friend. I kept a poker face! ‘So, what do you do?” Shideh asked me. “I get on a plane every Monday with my laptop and do a few PowerPoint presentations!” She looked confused; she didn’t know what PowerPoint was! “I tell people what to do!’ I said. “And they pay you for that?” She wasn’t convinced! I loved her! So simple! She was impressed by my resume; I was impressed by her potential!
We went to my place after dinner. I turned on the fireplace and played Coltrane’s Days of Wine and Roses. Bobak and Zari disappeared into his room; more negotiations and arguments! Shideh was taken by the view! We kissed and watched the traffic on the bridge.
“Can I give you a massage to ease the pain on your back? You must have been standing all day. I’ve been to Japan a few times. Japanese are the masters of shiatsu!” I said with a straight face. “Sure” she said. In a few minutes she was half naked! “Let’s go to your room. I don’t want them to see me naked in the middle of the living room!” Shideh said.
She lied down on my bed completely naked. I couldn’t get my eyes off the dimples on her lower back. “Do you have to smile to get the dimples on your butt, or they are always like that?” She slapped my arm and said, “You are crazy! I don’t usually date Iranians! Are you guys all like this?”
There was something very special and familiar about her. I promised myself not to screw this one up like some other relationships! She wrapped her body around me like a warm blanket. Things got hot very quickly. Then she whispered quietly into my ear
منو سفت بکن
با من حرف بزن، نمیخوام فقط صدای نفس هاتوبشنوم
Around one o’clock she got up and got dressed. “Where are you going? Why don’t you stay here? I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
“I live with my mom. I can stay out as long as I want, but I have to sleep at home. She is very strict!” I walked her to her car and told her that I would call her from Dallas in the middle of the week.”
I couldn’t get her out of my mind all week. On Saturday another double date, then back to the house and another 1 AM departure! I was on cloud nine! Everything looked so good, so effortless. This went on for over a month. I was thinking about buying her a present. So I went to Victoria’s Secret in Dallas and bought her a sexy lingerie and FedExed it to her work overnight. The next evening she called and thanked me. I couldn’t wait till the weekend to see her in the lingerie.
The next day I told my client that I had a family situation and had to leave. Everyone was worried for me! I rescheduled my meetings, changed the flight, the hotel and the rental car and rushed to the airport. I got home, jumped in the shower and left the front door open for her. When I got out of the shower, she was standing there in her lingerie. What a sight! The lingerie stayed on her for less than 10 seconds! Afterwards, we laughed about how I changed my meetings, my flight, the hotel and the rental only to see her in the lingerie for less than 10 seconds. She slapped my arm and said that I was crazy!
Over the weekend she asked me if I could pick her up at her house. I was hoping that her mom wouldn’t be there. But there she was, sitting in the living room. I was on my best behavior. She gave me a one-second, head-to-toe look that only Iranian mothers are capable of doing. It was like an MRI or a full-body scan. Later in the car, Shideh laughed and said, “My mom liked you. She thinks that you are a nice guy!”
After about three months of doing the same things on the weekends, I got busy with other things and she wasn’t around on a couple of the weekends so we didn’t see each other for a while. The next time that I saw her was for my birthday. She brought me a cake. We both pretended that everything was the same, but it wasn’t. Her body didn’t feel the same. Another month passed and we didn’t call each other. So on one quiet Saturday afternoon, I called her to say hi and see if she wanted to go out. She sounded serious.
“I am getting married next month!”
“You are? Who is the lucky guy?” I tried to sound cool.
“He is a distant relative on my mom’s side. He lives in another state. He came here a few times. We went out and then he asked me to marry him.”
“Are you going to invite me to your wedding? Just tell them that I work with you at Nordstrom!”
“You are crazy!”
“You are going to get married and disappear just like this? Why don’t we go to your favorite sushi place and see each other for last time?” She agreed.
I met her at the sushi place the next day for lunch. She was not as care free and fun as usual. After lunch as we were walking towards her car, I asked her if she wanted to come to my place and spend some time with me. She gave me a sweet smile, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, got into her car and drove away and I knew that I will never see her again.
You Are Always on My Mind by Pet Shop Boys
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Thank You Hajj Khanoom
by Faramarz on Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:22 PM PDTThanks for reading and your words of encouragement.
In my short stories, I tried to capture the mood and the mental state of many Iranians as we went through all the fun, excitement as well as the serious challenges that one faces to adapt to a new culture in the western world. And as you see in my stories, for men, women play a significant role in that transformation.
There is a Zari and Shideh in most Iranian women that I have met. And as you’ve observed, at the end Shideh wanted to be like Zari while Zari wanted to be like Shideh all along.
Again, thanks for reading and commenting and at the end of the day, we all turned out to be ok!
Good writting skills, very good. Thanks
by hajj khnom on Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:53 AM PDTI just discovered that you have a Blog and started reading some of your witting.
I enjoyed reading your short stories; they are fluid and easy to read. There is a good sense of humor in them. It is easy for reader to follow your thought. And I have to admit, that is hard for me to concentrate especially when comes in English. I am very poor in English language and usually stories written in this language are not my first choice to read!
And about this particular story that I randomly clicked to read:
I like it but it is seems Shideh has two characters; is she suffering form personality disorder?!
With you (or the character of the story) Shideh is librated, fun, free sprit, does not hold a man hostage for sex but in a very short time she changes to a calculating, insecure women who decides to get married with someone who she does not seems she is in love or knows well? I found that kind of conflicting. The story does not tell me why Shideh changed and became Zarri?!
But any way, thanks for writing and I hope to see a novel or longer sorties by you.
Thank You Radius
by Faramarz on Sat Jan 08, 2011 02:24 PM PSTLike all good gamblers, you need to know when to cash in your chips and walk away from the table!
Happy endings are generally exaggerated, happy memories are not!
Love in vein
by radius-of-the-persian-cat on Sat Jan 08, 2011 02:05 PM PSTDoes it only seem to me, that the best stories, those that stay in our mind for long time, are those without a happy end ? Maybe we like them so much, because they always leave the (theoretical) chance for a continuation, for a "part 2", that starts with the two lovers meeting again where their affair was interrupted.
In contrast, the stories that finish with a happy end are ready to be lost from our memory.
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by yolanda on Tue Jan 04, 2011 09:39 AM PSTHi! statira,
Thank you......but don't take me seriously.....'cause I am nobody here...
Have fun on IC!
Yolanda jan
by statira on Tue Jan 04, 2011 08:53 AM PSTand I love all of your posts.
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by yolanda on Mon Jan 03, 2011 03:06 PM PSTHi Satira,
I agree with most of your posts on this thread.........actually semi-precious stones are all natural stuff from the nature......not synthetic........just not as expensive as gold and diamond........anyway, all of them are better than lingerie.....
What about Allergic reactions
by statira on Mon Jan 03, 2011 02:10 PM PSTMonda and Yolanda: A good thing about gold and diamond is that they dont cause allergy. As you might know most people are allergic to fake jewlery.
Faramarz: You for the health of your teeth never, ever try to take or rip off a girl's most precious thing, her jewlery.
Hope You Are On The Ground
by Ski-Ab-Ali on Mon Jan 03, 2011 12:34 PM PSTFaramarz Jaan,
If by now you haven't had a chance to see the movie "Up In The Air" -please do so. These type of a drama and literary work on silver screen comes along once in a blue moon. I assume you are in your thirties, and hate to see you end up emotionally drained and confused later on in life by a woman taking you to the cleaners as it is depicted at the end of the movie . Life is far more complex than series of sexual escapades (and movies for that matter). Please forgive me if I come across a bit preachy – I am a man a tad older than you. Happy New Year
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by yolanda on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:47 AM PSTYes, Monda,
Semi-precious stones are great, like tiger-eye, Persian turquoise, amethyst, coral, snowflake obsidian, goldstone, ocean jasper, amber, garnet, lapis, etc....
Faramarz, since you asked
by Monda on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:25 AM PST1) Fingers always work better than teeth.
2) Forget about diamonds. Go with semi-precious stones, in tasteful design. Shows off your saleegheh much better. Diamonds are passe'.
Aliafandi:
by Monda on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:22 AM PSTIn my comment, I did include the exceptions, didn't I?
Without exceptions, we don't exist.
Heechi agha jan
by Doctor mohandes on Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:47 AM PSTI think you should stay away from learning anything new and just go with the old way of doing things...
You vvaaantt to do saaavvaab Insteeeedd yooou get geeereeeled... and beeekom kaaabaaab:)
Now. that ain't no fun there cowboy. Yeeehaaa...
Statira
by Faramarz on Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:16 AM PSTThanks for your helpful comment.
The only problem with a diamond bracelet instead of a lingerie is that I don't know how to the take the bracelet off with my teeth!
If any of the friends here has a special technique, please enlighten us!
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by Anahid Hojjati on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:15 AM PST.
I knew of a similar roomates arrangements w/ different results!
by Esfand Aashena on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:54 AM PSTIn that case Zari slept with the roomate and Bobak moved out! The roomate moved out as well! Bobak ended up having sex with as many women as possible and even tried some home made sex tapes!
Everything is sacred
My advice to you
by statira on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:49 AM PSTis that next time instead of buying lingerie buy a dimond bracelet or necklace( if you really like her and thinking of marrying her someday). Lingerie shows that you just want to have sex and nothing else.
And do you really miss a girl who slept w/you in your first date? In U.S they have a name for girls like that.
Dear Friends
by Faramarz on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:35 AM PSTThanks for reading and commenting.
Parthian,
Never look back! Always move forward.
Damn the Torpedoes!
Aliafandi,
Thanks for the lyrics. It is a great song; one of my favorites.
Excel Aashena,
Zari finally forced Bobak to meet her parents which was the beginning of the end of that affair. The parents eventually found a “good” Khaastegaar for her (Shideh told me this).
I am sure that she is nagging some poor soul to death as we speak!
I don’t usually date Iranians!
by Esfand Aashena on Mon Jan 03, 2011 06:51 AM PSTOne thing Shideh did right was to not sleep over night and not give the "entire" farm away! You probably wanted her to be more educated so you could take her to your family and say she has a degree and not just working in the mall!
Faramarz jaan do you tell your customers what to do or what NOT to do?! You're a PowerPoint guy? I'm an EXCEL guy, at least I used to be until they took that glory away from me and made it a whole new department!
What happened to Zari and your roomate? Did they get married or did Zari cheat on him?!
Everything is sacred
Monda:
by Aliafandi on Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:48 PM PST"things happen for a good reason"
It is positive thinking and attitude. But if you ever encountered such dilemma as Faramarz and I have, then you can never think of it as "good reason". In fact for me "reason" is out of the equation.
"Things happens due to reasons beyond one's control. The only reason, is lack of control."
Love Story or Broken Love Story?
by Aliafandi on Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:33 PM PSTThis happened to me as well. Her name is Samira. You feel migrane, bleeding from inside and Heart broken, The only thing I will say it that, I will never let it happen again.
BTW, love the song, "Always on my mind" but I love the Elvis Presley & Willie nelson version. Here is the lyrics, (by Johnny Christopher) for those who felt love or came close to it and then....:
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind
What a good song btw
by Monda on Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:14 PM PSTFaramarz, on my last break hours ago, I meant to write a massage and food memory Faramarz-style. But after reading the reactions, I halfway deleted it :o) hosseleh taghaas pass daadan nadaashtam.
So to sum up all romantic stories, things happen for a good reason. This logic applies to unromantic stories as well. Except for what happened to our motherland. Or what happened to all of us away from it. Except you and many others of course. Good night!
Very well written
by Parthianshot91 on Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:46 PM PSTWhen was this btw? Can't you still go after her?
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"They are not afraid of the ideology alone, but of the detemination and will of the men behind it"
Sorry Faramarz,
by G. Rahmanian on Sun Jan 02, 2011 09:03 PM PSTI hope I did not hurt your feelings. I only read this story as a fiction. It seems to have in fact taken place some time in your past! Reading so many fictitious accounts on this site, I am incapable of telling the difference. My apologies!
FS
by Doctor mohandes on Sun Jan 02, 2011 08:38 PM PSTPun? What Pun??? Are you even sure what you are talking about??:)
Does the cave you live in:))) have electricity?
Like I said
by Flying Solo on Sun Jan 02, 2011 08:18 PM PSTDoctor Mohandes:
Who's talking about theories agha. Deeply buried thoughts? Bite your tongue. Like I said, the pun escapes you.
Here is an oldie but a goodie:
BS = Bullsh*t
MS = More Sh*t
PhD = Piled High and Deep. :)))
The best degree a woman can get out of a college education: drum rolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. Mrs. (And that comes with a washer/dryer intact). :)
Enough spamming of Faramarz's blog. Back to my cave.
Catch you on the next flight. It's been real.
Flying solo
by Doctor mohandes on Sun Jan 02, 2011 08:04 PM PSTGives away so much about me ??... Like what?
Also, You are so wrong about your theory. Your name and your writings tells a tall tale about those deeply buried thoughts and ideas inside you. In a good way that is. I have read so many of your posts, and everytime i come away with the same message:)
I used to joke around with My uncle back in a day, about how in iran many men would really obsess over the title, all the nice things and respect that goes with it , You know, and he always brought up the fact that so and so would be introuduced in parties and DOctor this or mohandes that, or sometime Doctor mohandes, so the name kinda stuck in my head and since i could not come up with anything more presentable. i chose to go by this one:)
Montaha in Faramarz agha hey maro das mindaze:))
Anahid jan
I have decided to close the shop and not worrying about it. for once in my life ii want to practice what i preach. Let's see how that works.
What a great name
by Flying Solo on Sun Jan 02, 2011 07:51 PM PSTDoktor Mohandes:
Your imaginative handle gives away so much about you. Sadly same cannot be said about mine.
Most IC Iranian men are far too challenged by the unique subtleties of the English language to be able to come up with a decent pun let alone catch one. However, I admit, watching their efforts is amusing.
MPD: Ta mard sokhan nagofteh bashad. Eyb o honarash nahofteh bashad. :)
DM , ferestadi maara tahe saf?
by Anahid Hojjati on Sun Jan 02, 2011 07:35 PM PSTNext time you need help matchmaking for a friend, don't ask me bro.just kidding. Ok, you can show me in the cooking class that you will open.
Ey baba
by Doctor mohandes on Sun Jan 02, 2011 07:27 PM PSTMaaan Up faramarz jan!! Akhtung Soldier!! You are going to have battles and lands to conquer. The enemy. Kkeep your eyes on the enemy and forger about being a mooshi mooshi boy.
I sugggest You start reading that article on Sadegh Hedayat so you can snap out of this khomarii.. Good for your soul brother.
Anahid jan
No . It does mean getting the dried leaves from the store. How could it not?? And yes i mean actually going there and buying it, as in with my OWN money and so therefore, Nateejatan ... It is my food and I will be the only one who can eat. so... Romantkiash... lotfan tasheef bebaran tahe saf... Yallah binam!!:)))))))))))))