This Story is about a Woman and a Man.
More accurately put,
This story is about a Woman and her
Perception of a Man.
The Journey began with a Song.
The woman was singing it in her heart
And every cell of her being sang and danced in unison.
The Song
This Is It! This Is It!
Tra-La-La! Tra-La-La!
I have met my soul's Companion,
My eternal Consort.
Yippee Skipee, True Love at Last.
(It took the Universe long enough...but that's okay,
There's only This Moment anyway!)
Tra-La-La! Tra-La-La!
The Silent Chorus
I don't know you well enough to know
Who Thou Truly Art.
I'll just Project who I want you To Be,
And you do your best to play The Part.
Fortunately for the woman, the chorus part is
A Silent One and fairly easy to ignore...
Especially when The Song is being sung with gusto.
As with any good myth, Reality soon set in.
The man felt it was time to
Mention
The-Other-Woman.
He said their relationship was almost over
Because, among other things, she was Quite Young.
Nothing Illegal.
But she had no memory of The Beatles,
Gilligan's Island,
The Day We Landed on the Moon;
Vietnam was totally out of the question.
"2001"? A Date in the Future.
She didn't Remember
Ozzie and Harriet, Archie and Edith, The Mamas & the Papas,
But then again,
Bill and Hillary didn't ring any bells either.
Since I was a Cosmic Traveler,
And not likely to stick around without good reason
The man said he'd break-up
As soon as he returned home
And invited me to stay with him.
This didn't sound like a Great Scenario.
However, The Song was still playing loudly,
Though the Silent Chorus had become more of a
Haunting Refrain
(That repeats and repeats in the brain).
Then came the second part of the journey:
The Dance
In the words of one of the ex-girlfriends, in regard to
What it's like to date The Man:
"You'll be fine as long as you remember you'll always be
Second to his Dog and his Mother." (In that order.)
I wanted to know
The nature of our relationship,
So I asked the man what he wanted to create.
"I don't know...I don't try to create anything," he said.
"Do you want a Relationship with me?" I asked.
He shrugged and said, "I have a relationship with you."
"Do you want an Intimate Relationship?"
He hedged this one, and said,
"We already have an intimate relationship."
"Okay, let's put it this way," I said...getting right to The Point,
"Do you think you'll ever love me as much as Your Dog?"
Woah!!
That was a Tall Order for the man to even Contemplate.
...Of course He Knew the Answer....
He just didn't know how to get Out of the Question.
So he said, "Hmm. Well, I don't know... I just met You.
My Dog and I have Been Together for Eight Years."
I was trying not to be analytical
But the words just popped out of my mouth,
"Have you Ever Been In-Love?"
The man considered this for a moment and said thoughtfully,
"As far as I Know, the Only One
I've Ever Been In-Love with is My Dog."
It was a Scary Thought.
And I decided maybe it was Time to Leave.
Though the man had never been a sport fisherman,
He seemed to intuitively understand the Essence of the Sport.
Somewhere in his data-base lurked...
The Tao of Sport Fishing
First you bait...which rhymes with date.
Don't let them get away if you can help it.
Throw out The Line..."I Love You " will usually do
And Reel 'em in...As in "I Really Love You!"
Once Caught, Throw 'em Back In.
(Every Fisherman knows That's the Sporting Way.)
I had trouble understanding why I felt hooked,
And why I kept singing
"Row, Row, Row Your Boat..."
And what did that part mean..."Life is But a Dream"?
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