The Attempted Contact

David looked at his buddy Stan with a surprised expression, and asked: “Do you really feel that it's something you could get into, though? I mean it's natural to feel some fascination for her, I think. Sheena is the sort of female that can have it that one has to be into her sort. But since she's a dyke, she's hardly at all likely to accept that a guy tries to score on her. ...”

 “She and I have a business relationship going  -  and when we're negotiating she's into sort of taking me as the better type of male.”

David chuckled in disbelief. “That's not likely to be anything but due to the circumstances. It's more practical for her to view you that way, when in business with you. But when it comes to really wanting to be close to someone, then you aught to expect that her jargon is not enough to be treated as if there was a flirt of some kind to her.”

Stan thought about it, slightly uneasily. “It seems to me that she can need to be with a male at points. It's much like myself, I presume. Since I got into gay life, I've been feeling that it's seemingly alright to be without a lady. But at the same time there's always something weird about the situation where one cannot relate to them as the ones who can counter a certain awkwardness about ... Eh, how should I put this? ... It's the circumstance of not feeling one is part of everything in every way, sort of.”

David thought about it. “I guess you mean that it's awkward that we're not part of what they have in them to be about?”

“Yeah, that's it.”

“Well, if you feel feel that way, perhaps there can be a possibility for you to find that in her as well. But I don't feel you're my buddy to the extent that there is a priority for her before me and the other guys!”

Stan was hesitant. “It's not I who can tell beforehand whether or not that will be so, I think”

David sneered at this. “Alright, I guess you're not too sure you want to stay gay and cool about it. Then I and the others will probably have to dismiss you as hardly into what we actually have in us to feel that gay life is about.”

“We'll see about that!” he proclaimed. Then he added: “It's weird that many of the strait women would easily be tempted to feel that we should be more at ease with seeing each other as the priority. I'm not sure about her though. ... Is it that you feel that perhaps I should get into someone that wouldn't be into that males are not usually what she wants?”

"I guess I would like that in a sense. But on the other hand, those girls can become so annoyingly into us that I hardly at all want anything to do with them.”

“So you mean there's a problem if they prefer us and even so one if they don't, right?”

“I sort of mean that.”

“Even so, I want to try to get into Sheena. But there's a difficulty to her, I can presume, in that she might somehow have it that she needs to be more into women than what is preferable for me.”

“Or there's a problem for her in accepting you, probably.”

Stan looked annoyed. “I guess there could be one. But now it's not up to you to decide what I should try or not, even so.”

That night Stan and Sheena met at a restaurant to discuss a potential deal about some business venture. The deal would perhaps open a possibility for Sheena to sell her stuff to other cities. For Stan it could be an opportunity to get into why the sponges and shampoo that were part of her campaign seemed to be an essence of it. “I can see,” he said to her, “that you deal with all sorts of goods. Still you have a total focus, or so seems, on items that are about cleaning oneself. Right?”

Seemingly a bit amused she thought about this for a second. “We have to deal with the customers as thorough about themselves. Because as long as we have customers that give a good impression, these are more likely to attract other potential vendees.”

“Yeah, I see” Stan cheered a bit thoughtfully. “So for getting all those other customers, you feel it is a cool thing to attract them for the sake of cleanliness?”

She chuckled. “Yeah, that's sort of it.”

“And so you feel, perhaps, that if I'm clean and wholesome, then there can be better business partners later on for you than if I'm not?”

She thought about it. “I feel that it's sort of the same thing, yes.”

"Oh, I hope I'm good enough in that sense then!”

She smiled a little. “I suppose you wonder if I feel that you are?”

 "Yeah, I do.”

"I guess you can be good enough, but I feel that you're not into the types of business I am about. Thereby I don't feel it's about too much more than the few business deals that so happened to be beneficial both for me and for you.”

“Oh, okay. So much for that guidance about my potential equity in business.”

Sheena looked at him. “If that's what you wanna be about, then perhaps you should go to some course in business behavior?”

“Oh, sorry. I felt I had just gotten into being real about just simply being into business in a way that doesn't spoil my clients' or partners' initiatives or so. ...”

She smiled a bit smugly. “Do you mean that it's my business to be a guidance for that?”

“No! I'm sorry.”

"Then how should I interpret you?”

He looked sad. “I didn't mean to piggy-back about it. It's just that if I can get it working this time, then I can perhaps get it working better later on.”

“It's not my business to take care of how you can be doing later on, is it?”

“No. I don't mean that. I mean that as long as it matters for this deal with you, it could serve as a guidance for myself in later deals – with you or others.”

She sulked at him, surveying his expressions about it.”Do you mean that my business is too much of yours for us to say that it's not a big deal with such guidance?”

“I guess we have a deal about that warehouse on the other side of the city to also be dealing with. Apart from that one, and the one we're working on presently, you also showed some interest in the contacts I have. Even so I found myself a bit unacclimatized to the type of client you are. ...”

She sighed. “We don't necessarily have to deal more with each other, although I think I probably would prefer to close this deal about transport.”

Now he sighed. “Oh, okay,” he said. “Then I guess our deal is: If you want a partner about transport, then you will have to be about it being either for you to be a business partner, and not pull out, or you will have to find someone else to piggyback on for it.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, then peered at the floor and sighed again. Upon this she looked in another direction. She looked at him again and then thoughtfully let her eyes wonder around the room they were sitting in. A bit meditatively she fixed her eyes on some tapestry on the wall and said: “We can do business together, just that I don't want us to be seemingly so much of partners that it can be misinterpreted as though we were into one another also for other purposes.”

“I guess I still feel we can,” he answered. “But for now I feel that I need to discuss this with some of my acquaintances.” Upon this they both left, and took two different cabs away from there.

The next day Stan talked to David again: “No, I don't feel we can ever be anything but business partners, after all. It's not she who would want anything else. Now, though, I'm not too sure that there's a trust to be had with her. Because she was about to end the deal when I said that I wanted to learn how to be a better affiliate for her. It seems she sensed that there could at least seemingly be some type of closeness that she wouldn't want to stick to her.”

“I presume that you have learnt that they are not to be dealt with as worthwhile to do anything but business with, then, right?”

Stan sighed. “Yeah, I suppose I have. But I sort of still have a problem in the sense that  it sometimes seems that they have something of points to them that we sort of don't figure on.”

“I suppose that they're into just pretending that is so! From here on I think we should be clear about how silly it would seem to actually believe that they can be trusted for what they are not.”

“Alright,” Stan said. “Okay, I'll have to deal with them that way.”

From there on he decisively had it women were not to be partners in any way that had them seem more worth it than what he could trust himself to believe they could live up to. This meant that he didn't trust them. Secondly he felt that they were not to be seen as much else than departure from what is needed for ordinary life.