Holy cow! I’m friggin’ HOT – not in beauty or sensually (mind you), but of body heat! That’s right! The current temperature may have registered as “Fair, 88 F” via Yahoo! Weather online. But the way I’m feeling: It’s over 100 F! Woo! Hoo! I hate sweating! It’s gross and I’m sitting here at my desk looking red like a lobster in the face while blogging and at least not smelly – thanks to the underarm deodorant I used this morning. Thank goodness Charissa and the security guard opened the double-doors for me. Blessings to those two kind souls!
Anyway, Mike (my fantasy guy at work) came along for the walk, which was much farther! Thank goodness I have no pain in my feet and joints! Thank goodness for my big “Rose Chapel” umbrella as a sun shield and for my new airy blouse of black and white. It was wide open at the neck. My usual clothes cover up all the way to the neck.
He had ordered a turkey sandwich at “Speciality’s Café & Bakery” online. All he had to do was pick-up a nice brown bag, which was sitting on a nice brown cabinet near right side of the doorway. Of course, it’s an honor-system, in which people ought to grab their orders with no incident of taking someone else’s order (whether in error or by accident).
We sat outdoors near the right-side of the handicap ramp. And I sat rather quietly (while drinking my cup of ice-cold water) so that he could munch on his food without gagging. It’s my other personality trait mostly at home and while eating; unlike my impatient and talkative nature while walking with him. It’s his energy signature, really. He’s a party animal and I had no idea because I cannot easily judge by outward appearance only – not even his former LONG hair. Yeah, right.
So we were slowed down by two Asians in nice dresses and one guy. Of course, the guy knows how to appreciate beauty. I laughed, knowing his testosterone levels are “normal” enough. He couldn’t help but “aspirate” as a stifled comment about the legs was said under his breath. Thank goodness I’m deaf enough not to hear what he said and not jealous enough to care what he thinks.
It’s cool to fantasize as a single person. It’s also possible while married, at which point the initial vows should be the happiest moment in his/one’s life. I could gag at that point, honestly. I’ve seen and heard horror stories of failed marriages and came across a website of celebrities breaking-up. It’s so sad, really.
I see myself hiding as a troll behind the bushes and observing people make fools of themselves – pointing, snickering and laughing in amusement, just like today’s lunch walk. He really laughed at that point. I got lost a few times at the intersection. He needs to put a leash around me or I’ll just keep walking away – get lost, stolen or forgotten.
He really makes great company – able to laugh at anything and joke with anyone. That explains why I prefer the company of men – they are not “catty” like women. I just like hanging out, yucking it up and going separate ways. It’s that plain lifestyle from a simple-minded person, like moi.
