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I just want to confirm that it doesn’t matter how old you are, that first blush of love is one powerful thing. It’s upsetting, physically debilitating, thrilling, scary, unnerving and filled with opportunity. And, that’s before he calls a second time.
Up until last week, if my cell phone rang, I’d sashay up to it (wherever it was), sometimes before the last ring, or just let it go to voicemail because really, how important could it be. Now-a-days, the first ring can scramble my ass like an F-16 off an aircraft carrier. Then, of course, upon answering, I have to sound as though I just leisurely raised up off the couch to refresh my mint julep. Why do we do that? Oh, don’t deny it, man or woman...you know we do that.
I thought my ‘weak-in-the-knees,’ sweaty palms, wildly beating heart and slight hand tremor would either never happen again or would just be a factor of my terror on sneaking up to my 60th birthday next year. Wrong again. All I have to do is look at a photo of him, hear his voice or see his handsome face, and it’s deliciously pathetic what happens to me.
There goes the appetite too. When I’m nervous I lose weight, so Sal has been making me eat potatoes, mashed, baked, fried, however....and, it’s not the worst diet I’ve ever been on, but how can my body have taken such control over my otherwise, rational, calm, controlled mental veneer.
The first blush of love is all about fantasizing, hoping, wondering, doubting, letting go, wishing and doing the post-edit on everything you said to him in the last conversation and all the cleverness you probably left out. I am calm again, just waiting for the next call so that I can go through all these HORRIBLE things all over again.
Aaaaaaaahhhh,
KK
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Oh, yes, KK is in love. Yeehaw! This is fun for me because, frankly, being in love takes too much time and grooming. It’s not worth the effort and trimming of the nether-lands, etc. KK is exhibiting the side-effects of love that I hate; her fingers are shaky, her ironing board is out, and she has somehow managed to have her I-Phone surgically grafted to the side of her face. It’s sort of pathetic but in a cute way.
I really like this man. He’s talented, funny, gregarious, and fun to cook with. He likes me, the cats, martinis, and Louisiana Hot Sauce. This committee of one approves one-hundred-percent of this cute guy. I also feel that he would never let anything happen to my sweet KK. That’s the most important thing of all. I couldn’t send her off with just any ole’ asshole with a fancy rent-a-car. But he has proven to me that he is more than smitten with my fabulous sister, and willing to make the effort it takes to keep her happy and fully soaked with liquor and good food.
I’m not worried about KK leaving to go live with him or anything like that. She’s already been-there-done-that too many times, and will not be leaving our situation here at the house. He will have to date and court her for the rest of their lives. Oh, it’s so romantic. I’m thrilled.
Hold your horses guys, things are about to change around here.
SalGal
KK and SalGal
The Midlife Gals
