What can YOU say in six sentences?
Smeared thoughts on this rainy dull morning:
1) Buff sweaty men air-fucking in the movie I saw last night, "Magic Mike"...yawn...friend's birthday request...nothing tingly except when Mike confesses to a girl he respects, then dances for himself.
2) Shy sparkless Holly Abernathy, a fifth grader, undoubtedly self-conscious about his name, first boy to ask freckled and gap-toothed me to be his girlfriend on a Boulevard Baptist church bus in 1975, my Yes for unconscious reasons, holding hands for twenty minutes then breaking up with him.
3) Whether or not during their two-year "serious" relationship Darla Roach, a good-girl blond cheerleader who sat behind me in Mrs. Stephen's eighth grade biology class, ever "did it" with strong-jawed jock boyfriend who was also president of student council and will probably pop up in politics elsewhere, Hank Lukeman.
4) How I can't go back to the every Tuesday/Thursday-frequented Black-Eyed Pea -- which is conveniently located near my son's speech therapy -- because I can't deal with the hot and spicy young-enough-to-be-my-son waiter (serves us no matter where we sit) who asked me out with feigned confidence -- "You think about it, okay?" -- just seconds after my six year old said in her wise Yoda voice, "He's trying to be perfect for you."
5) Shirley MClaine's response to a People Magazine question about falling in love with co-stars, "There's nothing on this earth more attractive than 'telling the truth' to a handsome man while he's doing the same to you."
6) My five year old son wearing nothing but a t-shirt this morning, winking at himself in the mirror.