Monday, June 2, 2008

Lions And Tigers And Patent Leather Flats

Okay:

So, my mother took my daughter to the Universoul Circus on Saturday.

"Every white person should see this thing," she said. "It's so tacky and black."

Not to be outdone by the doting grandmother, I decided to take my daughter to the zoo on Sunday. I had this marvelous day all planned out. We would take pictures and then come home and create a photo journal. She could write captions about the animals and help me put everything together in Photoshop. It was going to be great. She was going to love it. A lot more than that silly old circus.

But things didn't go exactly as I had planned.

"Can we also go to the playground, daddy?"

"Sure thing, honey. After the zoo."

Then she and her grandmother went upstairs to get all frilled up. When they came back downstairs, she looked like she was going to a play or something, or some kind of outing. Gorgeous. I wondered if I had missed something.

"Those shoes aren't going to work," I said. It wasn't until after I said it that I realized how pleased she was with herself. Her face dropped. "I mean, you look fantastic, but we're going to be doing a lot of walking and those shoes are going to be a problem."

She was crushed.

"Your father's right," my mother said. "Let's go see what else we can put on."

She stomped back up the stairs slowly and stopped midway to give me an over-the-shoulder-pitiful pout before she rounded the corner.

This is her signature move.

I am impervious. But no one else seems to be. She is pretty good though.

After ten minutes of waiting, I got impatient. How long does it take to change shoes?

"What's going on up there?" I shouted.

Then my mother came walking down the stairs...without my daughter.

"She said she doesn't want to change her shoes. The other shoes won't match with her outfit."

"What?" I shouted incredulously. I yelled up the stairs. "Get your butt in your room and change your shoes. You don't get to tell anyone what you're not going to do around here. This isn't a democracy. It's a dictatorship!"

Two minutes later my daughter came downstairs in a pair of crocks.

"Those are fine for walking, honey," I said. "But you're going to have to wear sneakers if you want to go to the playground later."

For some reason I was really concerned about the security of loosely fitting plastic sandals on a metal jungle gym with ropes and monkey bars and bridges and all sorts of lovely things to trip up on. In one way, it seems silly. In another way, it seems totally reasonable.

"Well, I don't think I want to go to the playground then."

I was shocked. Suddenly, I was staring at a little woman. Two years ago I could have dressed her in a burlap sack and she wouldn't have given two shits. Now she was putting fashion ahead of recess.

"That's ridiculous," I said.

"Daddy," she wined, "My sneakers don't match with this outfit. The colors are all wrong."

There was some crying involved, but eventually, she put the damn sneakers on.

My mother warned me against being too strict and forceful. I warned her against being too accommodating.

And low and behold, by the time we got to the zoo, she didn't give a shit anymore. And all was well again.

Kids.

The most disturbing part, I suppose, was how quickly she got over the animals. After a few lions and tigers, she was ready to go.

"You wanna go to The Ape House, honey?"

"I don't care."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"I want a smoothie and a souvenir."

"What kind of souvenir?"

"A stuffed panda."

"Deal."


So, we went to the gift shop. I found the panda section and called to her, but she had been distracted by something more appealing.

A goddamn giraffe purse.

"But we didn't even see any giraffe's today?"

"I know. But it's a purse though. See?"


I suppose this is what I get for being such a horn dog all these years. God has a wicked sense of humor.


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Sunday, June 1, 2008

The Mack Is Back


Okay:

Great, fantastic news.

She called.

The mack is back.

For a second there, I thought I was slipping. But, apparently, I made some kind of impression on her as well.

For those of you who read my blog sporadically, a brief recap of last week's events. Like the first five minutes of a Season Premier.

Memorial Day Weekend, I met a woman at a cookout who matched, at least at first glance, most of my criteria for consideration of serious and exclusive dating. She gave me her number, I called her a few times, but I never heard back from her.

Then I wrote a week's worth of sexually charged blogs to make myself feel better.

Then I got over it.

Then she called.

I should have seen this coming.

Not because I'm so damned charming. But because it's so goddamned predictable. The big question now, however, is whether or not this is going anywhere. I'll be honest. Notwithstanding the limited amount of communication we have had to date, I have yet to find anything disturbing or obnoxious about this woman. She doesn't even have kids!!!

Usually I can size a woman up fairly quickly and make some sort of cursory judgement about whether or not she's someone I can take seriously. There's ALWAYS something.

Maybe she's too promiscuous.

Maybe she's too talkative.

Too shallow.

Too uptight.

Too cocky.

Too tall.

Too fat.

Too skinny.

Too dumb.

Too Christian.

Too many fucking kids.

Too whatever the hell. The point is, me not having found something to judge her on puts me at a strategic disadvantage. But I guess this is symptomatic of a larger issue.

If I were enough of a sucker to visit a therapist, he'd probably tell me that I choose women that I know I have no future with so that I don't have to confront my own issues, which would be magnified within the context of a serious relationship. He'd tell me that I choose women with painfully obvious flaws so that I can feel better about my own shortcomings, which are hidden a bit deeper below the surface. Then I would tell him to go fuck himself and give me my money back because therapy is dumb and I already knew all that stuff.

So, I suppose I'll just have to ride this one out and see what happens.

But the suspense is killing me, you know.

See, the good thing about shallow, promiscuous women is that there are generally no surprises. Which I must admit, is getting a little boring. I guess I could use a little excitement around here.

But maybe I'm looking at this all wrong. Maybe she'll end up being the jump off of all jump offs. Wouldn't that be crazy?

We'll see.

I'll be sure to keep you posted on the developments and whatnot.


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