Saturday, October 24, 2009


The other day I bumped into an old friend, and I mean old. This sucker’s hair that hadn’t turned loose, had turned gray. He had puffy eyes, and his forehead was wrinkled. I couldn’t believe that he looked so old.

That’s the last time I look in a mirror.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Two Pairs Of Jeans and Two White Shirts

Ok, another recycle from my old blog. Yes, I will be writing something new in the near future.

Summertime the year I became “legal” was one of the best that I can remember. My first year of college was behind me and I met someone whom I thought I was in love with, but after really falling in love years later, I realized that it was lust and not love.

I first saw her as she walked into our Speech class. One look at her and I was speechless, not good in a speech class. She wore a white cotton button up long sleeve shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. The jeans she wore must have been put on with a shoe horn. Her red cowboy boots completed the imagine of the perfect woman. Did I mention that you couldn’t see her bra even though the shirt was unbuttoned? It’s hard to see something that isn’t there.

In order to keep things orderly the teacher had pre-assigned partners, and much to my delight, we were assigned together. I introduced myself by stuttering through some mindless sentences which ended with “I’m not really as stupid as I sound”.

She said, “I’m Val, short for Valentine as I was born on Feburary 14th. I like to have fun but I’m also serious about my school work. So, do you think you can keep your mind on the classwork, if not I’ll ask to be reassigned to someone else.”

“Can I be honest?” I gasped, “If you would wear a flannel shirt or maybe a suit of armor or something besides what you have on, then I may be able to keep my mind and eyes off your breasts.”

And that’s how we met. We had a cold winter that year with snow drifting up to the window sill, but the dorm room was hot. My best friend said he knew Val’s dorm room because the windows were always steamed up.

Plans were being made. Dates were talked about and what color bridesmaids gowns would be. We even had names picked out for our children. Before we knew it, summer had rolled around and we had to part for the summer.

“Two weeks,” I told her, “In two weeks after my first paycheck I’ll be knocking at your door.”

“I’ll be waiting. Waiting to hold you close, to hold you tight. I will dream of it every night until I once again kiss your lips.” And with that, she was gone.

Two weeks flew by. I worked extra hours the first weekend so that I could leave early on Friday. I jumped in my car and drove the two hours as fast and as straight to her house as I could. I jumped out of the car and was going up the sidewalk when the door to her house burst open and she came bounding out. I felt as though I was in Speech class again, I was again speechless. This time she was wearing very short frayed cut-off jean shorts. Her Dead Head T-shirt was tight and I couldn’t see her bra this time either. I stood dead in my tracks as she ran into my arms and kissed me like never before. She lead me into the house and....

Oh yeah, did I tell you we got an A in Speech class?

Friday, October 9, 2009

Rain Girl

A post from "Romantic Walk" from a year ago, thought I'd be green and recycle.

It was a warm day as I was walking through the park when it suddenly began to rain. I was about two miles from my car so I thought I’d embrace it and take a stroll in the cooling rain. She was standing at a fork in the path wearing a small smirk on her face as she looked at my rain soaked body. I stopped and without a word she took my hand and led me back into the park. There we found a secluded park bench that overlooked a duck pond. We sat silently, alone in the park, letting the rain fall on us as we watched the drops make ripples as they fell into the pond. I tried to think of something to say, “Hi, I’m an Aquarius, what sign are you?” No, too stupid. “I see you enjoy the rain, how about taking a shower with me?” No, too forward. So I sat there waiting for my heart to quick pounding so I could hear myself think of some useful, non-idiotic thing to say.

Just as suddenly as the rain started, it stopped. The ducks were swimming under a rainbow that appeared across the pond. And just as suddenly, she stood still holding my hand, and kissed me on the forehead. She gave me another one of her smirks and was gone.

I sat, soaking wet, looking across the pond, contemplating what had just happened, trying to sort out my feelings when I felt someone watching me. I looked down the path she had taken and an older couple stood there, looking at a drenched man sitting on a wet park bench. They too were soaked so I wondered if they had seen the girl and which way she had gone.

I stood and walked toward them, but what I observed sent chills though my body. His eyes were familiar, as was the way he stood. She too looked like someone I knew, but I couldn’t place how I knew them. As I came closer, the top of his hand caught my eye; on it was the same tattoo of a bullpup that was on mine. I froze in my tracks as they passed by and as I turned to look at them they sat down on the same bench my Rain Girl and I were sitting. I began to see it clearly now, that man was me, 50 years older and the lady was my Rain Girl. The old lady looked at me and gave me a smirk and pointed up the path. I turned and as I started to run after my girl, I glanced back at the old couple. The bench was empty as they were swept back up in time, but their message was clear. I found her at the same fork in the path where she was earlier. She finally spoke, “It took you long enough,” her voice sounded like a smooth jazz melody.

I said, “It’s not every day that you fall in love, it took me by surprise.”

She took my hand again, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

This time it was my turn to smirk.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Yearn

The river ran deep
during this drought,
Until the well ran dry.
Only so much one can take,
Only so much you can cry.

They say there are
Lessons that we'll learn
Things we'll never see,
But it doesn't take away
The everlasting Yearn.

Yearn for one last hug
One more laugh.
One more smile.
Yearn for the day before
And hope that it would last.

But life goes on
Sometimes wishing it wouldn't.
Left here for some unknown reason
For a higher purpose
If only for a season.