C'est L'amour, And You Just Stepped In It, Would You Wipe Your Feet?
When I was single and lonely, I hated people in love. When I was in the dippy goofy part of love, I didn't notice anyone else. Now that I am married with a kid and in love but don't really have time to pay attention to it- I really hate those happy slappy love-birds who do the love thing so gracefully. Wait until you're married, drowning in debt, swimming in a sea of professional angst, and trying to manage some mini-life that suddenly has more dates on his/her social calendar than you do. Yeah, love is beautiful and fun and I do need to remember that, but not at 9:00PM in the check out lane at the supermarket when I am buying emergency cantaloupes for my son's class the next day. Quit rubbing it in! Or at least, quit rubbing it in public! I've got THINGS I need to get done! Time waits for no woman, especially not for a woman looking for decent cantaloupe on a Sunday evening.
Okay. Being a bit facetious. Usually I take the sweet old lady stance on PDA- aw, love...isn't that sweet that they can't stop touching each other? But, at the moment the lack of private AWAKE time with my man tends to make me a bit twitchy. And bitter. Especially since I bought those hot, cheap dresses that make men be really nice to me.
I was at a bait shop in Sheepshead Bay yesterday wearing this slinky little sundress and guys who didn't even work there were trying to help me pick out a rod and reel. (Here's my rod, now REEL!) I walked by a construction area and got an escort across the street. (You have a nice day, ma'am...) A father-son clown team on their way back to Harlem from Coney Island made balloon sculptures for Sullivan. (How old is your son? Do you have any big plans for Father's Day? Wink wink) I wore a similar dress to work today and my breasts got a big thank you for fetching a client some water.
It's nice to have a little attention every now and again. It's just not as fun as getting it from the man I married whose work keeps him away for far too long.
Oh well. I guess there's always retirement.
Okay. Being a bit facetious. Usually I take the sweet old lady stance on PDA- aw, love...isn't that sweet that they can't stop touching each other? But, at the moment the lack of private AWAKE time with my man tends to make me a bit twitchy. And bitter. Especially since I bought those hot, cheap dresses that make men be really nice to me.
I was at a bait shop in Sheepshead Bay yesterday wearing this slinky little sundress and guys who didn't even work there were trying to help me pick out a rod and reel. (Here's my rod, now REEL!) I walked by a construction area and got an escort across the street. (You have a nice day, ma'am...) A father-son clown team on their way back to Harlem from Coney Island made balloon sculptures for Sullivan. (How old is your son? Do you have any big plans for Father's Day? Wink wink) I wore a similar dress to work today and my breasts got a big thank you for fetching a client some water.
It's nice to have a little attention every now and again. It's just not as fun as getting it from the man I married whose work keeps him away for far too long.
Oh well. I guess there's always retirement.
posted by Bree O'Connor at 9:57 PM
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