Bless me Blog, it’s been months since my last entry. No mortal sins, but a few juicy venial ones. Countless lost episodes of the Dating Game. Two contestants in particular will be the focus of my brief entry today.
In September I had a goodbye lunch with someone I had met several weeks prior for tea. He’s now off to grad school in New York. We had hit if off swimmingly over the tea, but then time, a traumatic hypopigmentation, and his moving to the east coast kind of got in the way of pursuing anything more substantial than speculating over our tea leaves. He has the smoldering look of a Jane Austen hero. My Darcy. But with a little belly. At lunch I ended up spilling my former loves onto the table. I told him of my blurted “I love yous” and readiness for instant intimacy. He looked at me as if looking into Elizabeth Bennet’s eyes and said sweetly, sincerely, “I love you.”
Last night I had dinner with a fellow–let’s call him Mr. Right. He’s tall, 6’1″ and big, 240 pounds, with thick hairy paws, a little nose, a black beard speckled with tiny slivers of gray, glasses–all crowned by a little bald spot. I dove right into his openness and swam around like a kid at summer camp. Have I at last won First Prize at the Fair? He’s engaged with art and ideas and doesn’t scrape me with his teeth. I don’t know what could or might happen, but Cupid has, if not pierced, at least thumped this puppy’s heart, and I’m pretty excited about the possibilities of further entanglements.