three eleven, two thousand ten
This blog is being written in real time based on events that occurred
today.
Earlier this evening, I met a friend for drinks at a downtown watering
hole. My friend is great company and like me very busy, so I have come to look forward to the time we spend together.
When a couple with good chemistry is having a good time, a synergy occurs. If you happen to be in the presence of folks
that are NOT having a good time, the synergy that y'all generate becomes rather conspicuous to those around you and as a result
tends to bring attention onto you. It also helps (a man) if you are with an attractive woman. In an ethanol fueled
social setting you can readily become the focal point of the women who travel in packs.
My date and I found ourselves in such a position tonight.
During our discussion about local politics, money and men's primal drives, I made some observations to her about what I was
feeling about the crowd and promised to blog about it.
I usually blog about things that happened in past or topical political
commentary. Not today.
When I arrived at the bar, I was a few minutes ahead of my date.
The bartender greeted me in an excited manner then immediately censured herself. The bartender is a Pisces. Piscean
women alway seem to be ambivalent about being excited. Spontaneous excitement often causes them to get out of their
clothes, so they try to legislate their moods. Appearing to be reserved makes most of them look calm and introspective.
Those in the know understand that is simply not the case. When she greeted me with exhuberance, she detected the instantaneous
twinkle in my eye and in response turned to the patron next to me and took his drink order. She served several
other patrons, deliberately making me wait. I knew that I was waiting on a woman with PRESENCE, so I knew that in a
few minutes I would have the bartenders full attention whether she wanted to give it to me or not!
When my date arrived, all the women seated at the bar gave her
the "once over". The bartender stopped ignoring me, rushed over to us, and took our drink order. My date and I
chatted in earnest and tugged on our drinks. We talked about how we homo sapiens retain some very primative instincts
that cause us to understand the world around us on a very base level. Right about that time, I noticed a short woman,
seated about three chairs down from us, staring me in the face. I turned my attention back to my date. A few minutes
later, it felt as if someone had tapped me on my right shoulder. I looked to my right. The short woman had moved
to the end of the bar. She had a cigarette in her right hand. The look on her face - that she has convinced herself
is sexy - would have been rather comical had it not been for her enormous breast. The short woman looked at me like
she wanted to have me for dinner. I HATE smokers (see "where'd my mojo go?"), so the potential wood factor dropped by
fifty points. I turned back to my date. We chatted it up some more. I tried to get some more drink in her
but she was not havin it. I sat there and looked at the women at the other end of the bar, the big tittied short woman
to my right and the guy in the orange polo waiting for an opportunity to snatch my date's purse and run out the door.
Relative to the rest of the crowd, I realized I was in the presence of one of Detroit's finest. I also knew that it's
been a while, since I'd been around a woman of substance. That doesn't say much about the women I've been hangin with
but that's a blog that will remain unwritten. As I drove her to her car, I knew that I wanted to see more of her.
My challenge however is to learn how to be a gentleman again.
Return To My State of Grace
While we were sitting at the bar, I had talked to my date about
the recent arrest of the once famous singer, who offered a prostitute forty dollars for some head. Like most women,
my date could not understand why a man, who was once a rising star on the hip hop scene, with twelve grand in his pocket would
offer a woman forty bucks for sex in his expensive car. I reinterated my assertion about a man's tendencies to baser
motivations when it comes to sex. Most of us men will have sex anywhere anytime under any circumstances. It's
just who we are. There is no logic to a man's actions, when it comes to sex. We just do it and we rarely make
good decisions in the heat of the moment. As long as there is a male race and willing accomplises, that is unlikely
to change.
Personally, I am trying my damndest to reach a state of civility
that will allow me to deal with a "lady" on equal footing. Since my divorce, I have been selfish and indulgent.
For about a year, I have fought with me daily over my self indulgence. I know that being too self involved is a pit
that many men fall into as we age. We can become self serving anachronism incapable of having meaningful interactions
with others. I cannot allow myself to become that person. I know too many men like that. To me such self
aggrandizing behavior is a form of senility.
I try in earnest to remain true to myself. That pledge compells
me to go for what I know without falling into that aforementioned pit. I have an avatar of Oliver Reed's werewolf on
my Yahoo Page, I also have a Lon Chaney Jr. wolfman pin that I wear on one of my jackets. As a believer in "truth",
I utilize these images as subtle disclaimers as one might put on a cigarette package or any other consumable that might cause
a user potential harm. Women are like the full moon; at some point, they bring out the beast in me. Unlike many
men, I want my partner(s) to understand UP FRONT who they are dealing with. If they fail to take heed, I render myself
blameless.
I am working on myself to become centered again, as it relates
to "relationships" and my intimate dealings with women. It is a process and it is going much slower than I ever anticipated.
Pray for my recovery.
