carrie invades my brain... again... and she's welcome!

when the creme brulee goes stale (with carrie's voice inside my head) well, carrie's back... back from the slumber that seemed to rust her fingernails from resting so long... the first half of the year has been quite interesting... met a lot of new people... been to quite a few places... and, had sex in some rather "public" locations... it's almost like a summer flick with all the good elements all thrown in together and blended into your life for the past 6 months... it's saucy, steamy, and filled with lotsa hot details... almost like halo-halo for a gay man's soul... and then comes one of the special halo-halo toppings... the custard... or, should i say, creme brulèè... that one part where the sweetness and pleasure is just so right, that it's almost too good to be true... there it is, staring back at you, as you spoon it from your plate. and with one swift motion, it's in your mouth, and you savor it... and chew it with the slowness that would defy the multi-high speed camera motion capture technique used in the matrix... and for a moment there, you hear birds singing and bells ringing, just like what it says in the song. and that, for you... was bliss. that there could actually be something so good for you to eat and not make you feel guilty about eating it... or make you regret eating it. nor make you feel that you shouldn't be eating it... not an ounce of hesitation exists in your mind. and you enjoy your creme brulèè... and decide to have a whole serving of it... just it... just a whole plate of creamy, delicious, good looking creme brulèè. and you enjoy your serving. you happily take a teaspoonfull of the dessert, and each time you take that bite, you make that unconscious sound in your mind that goes, "mmm"... after you've had your first serving, you feel like you've had your fill, but you feel you may need another serving... so you ring that little dinner bell, and as your server arrives, you say, "my good man, may i have another serving of that creme brulee... please..." your server nods, turns back and flees to the kitchen, and personally garnishes your order. a few flicks of an eyelash later, he returns... holding in his right hand, your second serving of creme brulèè... you see it, and think to yourself, "immaculate"... or is it? as it is placed in front of you, you ready your utensil, and start to poke at it almost as soon as your server disengages himself from the plate. this, ladies and gentlemen is your second serving... first two bites, and you already know... there's something wrong with this picture... i should be wanting this since i decided to order it. but, could it be that all that sweetness and rich flavor has bored your tongue to numbness? is it possible that you've had too much of a good thing? 'coz when all the while you should be having the time of your life with your dessert, you suddenly say, "stale". and while you see other people looking at what you have and you know that in their minds they're saying, "owh, that's creme brulèè", how come you're just so ready to send that plate back flying into the kitchen. and right there, mid-way thru a bite, you look around you and you see a table with some tiramizu... to your right, blueberry cheesecake... and far left, the ever familiar strawberry sundae. and you give that off-hand comment right in front of your creme brulèè, you say, "nice". well that's not right. but you just feel that you've had it with creme brulèè. it doesn't satisfy you anymore. no more tingling sensation... then you say that ever ominous line of yours, "somethin's wrong"... you even declare, "it's not working for me anymore"... and at this point, ladies and gentlemen, we're not talking about dessert anymore...