something in the water, perhaps?
Oct. 12th, 2007 02:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladycaviarLove is a burning thing....
I picked up Heykidcomeback from "school" yesterday, and I have to say we had the most wonderful "date." He was a charming gentleman -- hell, I can think of dates I've had that I would have ditched for this one.
He loves my Prelude, partly because I currently have a problem with the muffler, and the damn thing sounds like a Harley. The Kid thinks that's fabulous ("It's LOUD!" and he lights up the way only a 3 year old boy with a red car can) and he insists on calling it my Ferrari. I insist on not correcting him.
I strapped him in the car seat and let him play with the window controls so he could let the wind blow on himself, something his parents never let him do. I am so the cool older woman. He knows all the words to Johnny Cash songs, so I cranked "Ring of Fire" way too loud to his utter delight and off we went. He kept demanding we go faster, faster, so I ran it up real high in the lower gears -- Fun With Your Stickshift 101 -- and we sang with Johnny all the way home. I loved knowing that I have all the keys to any man's heart on my metaphorical keyring. That boy's joy lit me up brighter than the sun, and made me forget for one shining beautiful moment that I had anything to worry about in this world at all.
Ah loves mah boys, it's so sad when they grow up and they don't need me anymore and I have to move on to the next ones. It made me think of Devious Younger Brother, who still greets me with tackle hugs when he sees me ("Ro!" oof!). I still laugh when I think of him meeting my Knight: DYBro's so undersized, and Nudd's pretty fucking scary:
I said BrothisisNuddNuddthisisBro, you know, the usual, and Nudd very seriously takes his hand and shakes it and says, "Nice to meet you," very man to man. DYBro, however, suddenly bursts out with, "I know my size may be daunting, but do not be afraid... I love you. I LOVE YOU!" and disappears as if vaporized by aliens. I don't know how long the two of us were left staring at each other before Nudd just broke out into that laugh that makes everybody else laugh so hard it breaks up bar fights, but both of us were reduced to jello and tears with the laughing. "Yep, he's one of yours, Ro," he said.
There's an awful lot of people on and off my f-list talking about the need to stand up against (for lack of a better word) evil, especially the insidious kind. This, and some other things have recently caused a flood of memories about men in my life, some I would prefer I had not remembered. I have alluded elsewhere to having been a target (I will not say victim), but I have also stood up, and having once stood up, I have never gone back to being silent again. However, Heykidcomeback's joy reminded me of some of the staggering highs, and who knows? I guess it showed because today, strange men would not leave me alone.
The dude in the Shell station taking the money, the one in the car pumping gas next to me ("you married? yes? no you not, you don't got no ring, you got to give me yo' number girl, you jes' got to"), the dude at the Starbucks, the dude at the CVS, other drivers on 95, it fucking would not stop. Kinda like that weird day in the airport the 1988 Olympic Bronze Medalist in Boxing proposed marriage to me because I was "like the moon." Srsly, ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bronx_baroness, she was there. Ok, don't get me wrong, it was kinda cool, but then it was kinda creepy. Did I get sprayed with the shit they use at Disneyworld to make everybody happy and lovey? Did I have some sign taped to my butt that said "Do me?" (I looked, actually. My brother used to tape signs to me all the time in high school, sociopathic bastard). I couldn't decide if I wanted a veil -- or a better outfit.
Here's to you, Kid. Thank you, you sweet innocent creature, for reminding me that perhaps I am the sun, the moon, and drive a red Ferrari. May you grow up to get the car and the girl of your very own.
I picked up Heykidcomeback from "school" yesterday, and I have to say we had the most wonderful "date." He was a charming gentleman -- hell, I can think of dates I've had that I would have ditched for this one.
He loves my Prelude, partly because I currently have a problem with the muffler, and the damn thing sounds like a Harley. The Kid thinks that's fabulous ("It's LOUD!" and he lights up the way only a 3 year old boy with a red car can) and he insists on calling it my Ferrari. I insist on not correcting him.
I strapped him in the car seat and let him play with the window controls so he could let the wind blow on himself, something his parents never let him do. I am so the cool older woman. He knows all the words to Johnny Cash songs, so I cranked "Ring of Fire" way too loud to his utter delight and off we went. He kept demanding we go faster, faster, so I ran it up real high in the lower gears -- Fun With Your Stickshift 101 -- and we sang with Johnny all the way home. I loved knowing that I have all the keys to any man's heart on my metaphorical keyring. That boy's joy lit me up brighter than the sun, and made me forget for one shining beautiful moment that I had anything to worry about in this world at all.
Ah loves mah boys, it's so sad when they grow up and they don't need me anymore and I have to move on to the next ones. It made me think of Devious Younger Brother, who still greets me with tackle hugs when he sees me ("Ro!" oof!). I still laugh when I think of him meeting my Knight: DYBro's so undersized, and Nudd's pretty fucking scary:
I said BrothisisNuddNuddthisisBro, you know, the usual, and Nudd very seriously takes his hand and shakes it and says, "Nice to meet you," very man to man. DYBro, however, suddenly bursts out with, "I know my size may be daunting, but do not be afraid... I love you. I LOVE YOU!" and disappears as if vaporized by aliens. I don't know how long the two of us were left staring at each other before Nudd just broke out into that laugh that makes everybody else laugh so hard it breaks up bar fights, but both of us were reduced to jello and tears with the laughing. "Yep, he's one of yours, Ro," he said.
There's an awful lot of people on and off my f-list talking about the need to stand up against (for lack of a better word) evil, especially the insidious kind. This, and some other things have recently caused a flood of memories about men in my life, some I would prefer I had not remembered. I have alluded elsewhere to having been a target (I will not say victim), but I have also stood up, and having once stood up, I have never gone back to being silent again. However, Heykidcomeback's joy reminded me of some of the staggering highs, and who knows? I guess it showed because today, strange men would not leave me alone.
The dude in the Shell station taking the money, the one in the car pumping gas next to me ("you married? yes? no you not, you don't got no ring, you got to give me yo' number girl, you jes' got to"), the dude at the Starbucks, the dude at the CVS, other drivers on 95, it fucking would not stop. Kinda like that weird day in the airport the 1988 Olympic Bronze Medalist in Boxing proposed marriage to me because I was "like the moon." Srsly, ask
bronx_baroness, she was there. Ok, don't get me wrong, it was kinda cool, but then it was kinda creepy. Did I get sprayed with the shit they use at Disneyworld to make everybody happy and lovey? Did I have some sign taped to my butt that said "Do me?" (I looked, actually. My brother used to tape signs to me all the time in high school, sociopathic bastard). I couldn't decide if I wanted a veil -- or a better outfit.Here's to you, Kid. Thank you, you sweet innocent creature, for reminding me that perhaps I am the sun, the moon, and drive a red Ferrari. May you grow up to get the car and the girl of your very own.
