the nose knows

tonight i was with a very tall and beautiful girl, "helga". she has a spate of tiny barely perceptible freckles across her exquisitely delicate nose and onto her amazing cheekbones. during the course of things i kept pressing my nose into her gorgeous cheekbones, sort of giving me the sensation you get when you get hit in the nose - first a stinging, and a particular sort of nosepunch taste. it felt great and was perfectly appropriate for me with her.

that makes me think of a cartoon movie i watched as a child - it was a bunch of characters (including pinocchio) traveling in search of something, and they kept receiving clues. the final clue was a poem in which the word nose/knows figured prominently. in the end the secret document or whatever was hidden in pinocchio's nose, which a member of the crew screwed off pinocchio's face to find the map or deed or affidavit or whatever.

she is wonderfully mature and one of the best people to talk to one-on-one.