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A Weekend in March
Stick with me baby. Things are starting to get interesting right about now. ---BD “Mississippi”
What Are You Thinking?
He asked “Are you willing to be the other woman?” At first I though he was joking, but nope.
Let’s see…I don’t have parents to visit or see or call on holidays so sure, yes, okay, I will have a boyfriend that spends his holidays with his girlfriend so I can guarantee that I won’t have anyone ever ever ever on the holidays. I want to perpetuate my sadness. Not.
Wrong girl, buddy.
Snapshot
I was picking up groceries when I placed the bags in my car and started the engine. I looked out the window and I saw a dad and his four sons coming out of Fantastic Sam’s. They all had fresh haircuts, the same haircut. But what was so very cool was that the boys, his boys, looked exactly like him…very dark brown short hair, same nose, same eye spacing, even the same expression. The boys were stairsteps…I would guess 12, 10, 8, 7. For a moment I thought the man must have married his sister or someone out of his own genepool. Not that I mean that he looked like he belonged on Jerry Springer. Hardly. He was many rungs up on that invisible social-caste ladder that we in America never talk about.
That set of five males was tremendously wonderful. I wished I had my camera. I’d like to have a picture of them on my wall. I am feeling Diane Arbusy, but I would shoot really normal peeps. And to think this could happen in precloning days.
The man has a troop! All handsome! And just how proud must that dad be?
I do hope that wifey has a set of look-just-like-her girls at home. Then again to be the sole female in that sea of men would be nice too.
True Romance One girl at the shower that I didn’t know told a great story. She said her grandmother who is 70 had just gotten married to a 73 year-old dude. Her grandmother had been married for 48 years, then her husband died. They had four children and a struggling life. The man she married had become a widower five years ago.
Now here’s the cool part. They met 30 years ago at a social function. And they instantly fell in love with each other but neither of them said anything.
So a year after the death of the husband, the husband-to-be called the woman and told her he had been in love with her since the first moment he saw her and would she be interested in going out with him? Wow!
Now they are married and he is a rich man who lavishes her with stuff she never had before. And they are really happy and are true newlyweds!
So you can see that this Prince Charming stuff might actually be real. But also realize that you may need to live for a really long time for it to happen AND the Prince might come in a wrinkly package.
Commercialization
Did u ever see that Land Rover commercial where a teller is pleading with a man, “Take me with you?” I’m a roadwhore just like that. If a man comes up and says, “Want to eat corndogs with me in Boise?” I say, “YES.” No questions. Just tell me when we leave.
Cold Snap!
Saturday I slid home from the shower. It was only 6 and a bunch of us wanted to go up to Tinman's. Well winter had arrived, finally. No one could go anywhere…sheer ice. Then the plow came around and snapped my cable line. Damn. It was so cold inside my house. I piled comforters up on me and cozied up on the couch. After three movies I was practically praying for a commercial or The Weather Channel or even TV Guide. No dog, no man, damn I was getting lonely.
Last Thursday I met a man who had recently moved here from San Francisco. He said that he thought Midwesterns made up all of those cold snap stories. “This winter has been the same as it is in SF.”
I shouldn’t have thrown away his number. I’d like to see what he thinks now.
Baklava
Zoey and I ditched the wedding shower. Women act like fools at showers. Maybe it’s the stoopid games or maybe all of the fake bliss or it’s the questions. “No, I am not getting married anytime soon. Ask again when I am thirty, better yet forty.” This q always comes from a person who just months ago was carping about her boyfriend’s this and that. Now she is doing her fake “oh I am so in love” thing. Right. Throw water in my face. Now if she would have gone out and gotten a new bf and never smeared his shit all over, then, yes, then I would believe her.
Zoë and I went for a drink. We met two men. I left the psychiatrist to her. They are too fucking nuts (no pun intended, it’s true!) and I talked to the other one. He is Greek. This is new. I am not usually attracted to certain men. But I kept talking to him because of one thing: he has a dent in his bottom lip, so it looks like he has two upper lips and no “true” bottom lip. Damn that was turning me on. I want to paint those lips! He could be beneficial to my art. He has a face right off of a Greek statue and his skin is finely-pored and the way his eyes sparkle and he held my hand in both of his hands the way a priest does. He could fool a girl very easily.
I’m not too crazy about meeting him in a bar though. It goes against one of my rules. Then again I seem to have broken most of them in the last year or so.
We’ll see on Monday.
