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I speak of the science and poetry of the moment of certainty. I live for this: the magical interval between knowledge of the event and the event itself.

The intuition becomes flesh and walks among us. Consider:

1. We're sitting side by side on the couch, having a seemingly innocuous conversation (as innocuous as it gets with me, anyway). You lean forward to the coffee table, to ash a cigarette or pick up a drink, and our knees touch. You sit back and smile, and your knee stays right where it is, pressing gently against my own.

In this instant the switch is thrown. Observe and you will notice that my breath deepens, my heart beats a little faster. With this physical contact the connection has become undeniable.

Electricity flows back and forth between us. It's a very exciting time for me. My muscles tingle. I have learned to smile and relax and enjoy the knowledge. Because I do know it, as surely as you know the snowball will hit the stop sign before it's even left your hand.

(god she's hot oh my god it is definitely going to happen)

Do you think knees are sexy? I do--especially when they've become surrogates for our naked, writhing bodies.

People all around, oblivious to the fact that we're sitting here on the couch and we're already doing it.

2. I've smiled, you've approached, the conversation proceeds nicely.

I point out some incidental detail, something funny going on in the bar or at the party.

You stand beside me, in close, really close, shoulder to shoulder, looking in the direction I'm looking, before commenting.

Sexy, sexy, sexy.

Physically, I love the warmth of your arm against mine. You're so close I can smell you. If I were to turn my head, my nose would be in your hair.

From here on in, our bodies will always be oriented with respect to each other.

The connection of our upper arms: a long hinge upon which I could turn at any moment and slam into you.

Also: the connection of a shared perspective. We're observing together, thinking together. We know something that these people don't.

We're like one person with two eyes.

And before long, we will be one beast with two backs.

3. This one's for the advanced class.

You've gotten me alone, you smooth operator you. I already think you're fucking hot. I'm just looking around, scoping out your place. Relaxed. Casual.

Little do I know I'm on the express train bound for Boner City:

You get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back, it's rather noticeable that your fly is unzipped, and you haven't bothered to button up your jeans.

You sit back down and look at me.

I've been known to start shivering.