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So.
Having returned from a fabulous holiday across a large body of water, I can say that I had the most awful flight / airport experience of my life. They lost my luggage which showed up two days before having to return home, I was sat next to a very nice man though he was rather sweaty and smelly and made my stomach turn over enough so I had to discreetly ask to be moved to another seat…further back in the plane in front of a small child who screamed and kicked my chair for 6 hours!! SIX BLOODY HOURS!!
That’s when I began drinking.
Did you know that for every drink you have at 32,000 feet is like having two on the ground? So I was told by the security chap who tried to chat me up by telling me of his heroics in keeping an intoxicated gentleman from boarding my flight. Instinctively, I put my hand over my mouth and took a step back; airport Lounges are overly friendly to patrons waiting for their connecting flights.
Having my carry on luggage molested by a very large woman with rubber gloves and an attitude was intimidating to say the least. When the under wire in my bra set off the metal detector, all were amused by my embarrassment when said large woman in rubber gloves felt me up right there in front of God and everyone. Good thing I was slightly inebriated. The crowd waiting in the security line seemed to enjoy it. I was thrilled the airport was incredibly busy that day.
I’m back at home now with only an apology from the airline. I was expecting at least, ohhh I dunno, that gorgeous pair of Minolo’s I was eyeing in the way of an apology but I guess their somewhat sincere note of “Madam, we are terribly sorry for your inconvenience but we have better things to do than knock about apologizing to little ‘ol you” will have to do.
On an up-note, the Tattooed Man slipped a lovely note under my door to welcome me home.
He called me “Darling”and it gave me goose flesh.
When he said it, it wasn’t planned or something he thought about. It just came out. Naturally.
Darling….
It’s amazing to me that the right word from the right person can send me over the moon with glee. He is so unworldly that I sometimes wonder how he makes it through the day. He places no significance in worlldly things and it’s a characteristic I admire. When he looks at me, he is really looking at me listening.
Each time I see him, speak to him, touch him, I am more and more amazed that such a creature exists and how fortunate I am to know him.
Such a lucky girl!
Hombre #1: Orale Guero, where you get that ride homes?
Hombre #2: Orale Homes, my little sister wanted a ride in a drop top so I picked this up at Barrio Sal’s, ese
Hombre #1: Is that the one with the mullett, man?
Hombre #2: Yo homes, my little sis ain’t got no mullett and you better knock that shit off.
Hombre #1: Yo yo yo Guero chill, I’m talking about Barrio Sal’s. That’s the joint that got that dude that got that weird hair all like a mullet and shit.
Hombre #2: Oh yea, that’s shit’s funny as fuck homes. No way I’d ever buy a car from that guy.
Hombre #1: Yo Guero, didn’t you just say you got that skid from him?
Hombre #2: Yea, um, I kinda “borrowed” it without him knowing.
Me :: quickly pays for lunch and sneaks out the back door ::
So many times in my life on far too many occasions, love has been interrupted. It has never been intentional, just inconvenient. So many reasons, so many excuses; some truly valid and others sinful lies.
My specialty is impossible relationships. Impossible for one reason or another but impossible all the same. They say that what you project into the Universe is what the universe returns to you, Quantum Physics and all that.
I obviously have been doing something wrong.
There is an old song sung by Billie Holiday;
Speak low when you speak, love,Our summer day withers away
Too soon, too soon.
Speak low when you speak, love,
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,
We’re swept apart too soon.
Speak low, darling speak low,
Love is a spark lost in the dark,
Too soon, too soon,
I feel wherever I go
That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here
And always too soon.
Time is so old and love so brief,
Love is pure gold and time a thief.
We’re late darling, we’re late,
The curtain descends, ev’rything ends
Too soon, too soon,
I wait darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me,
Speak love to me and soon.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
~e.e. cummings
