Sunday, April 05, 2015
She did all she knew
him to please! Had been an independent businesswoman.
International, as a matter of fact! Enter the right young man.
In the past where one vowed heat, she had laughed, keeping it
casual enough until the next.
Well, she had no time for sexual and emotional depth!--if such
exists and isn't simply invented.
But this new one assumed control, and the independent woman
took orders.
First he dressed her. So, he no longer called her The Crowd.
But she, opting for some solo effect, bought bright accessories,
so he changed the nickname to The Loud.
Then he toned her down overall. But too much!–-so he admitted
by labeling her The Dowd.
What happened to her then formed a local legend: She kept
forgetting things.
Thus, The Cloud!
Well, you'll be pleased to know that The Cloud retained enough
wherewithal to cut HIM loose!
Thus jettisoning, too, the Extraordinary Sex! Uh huh? Terribly
tragic! Yup.
She gave over most of the management of her company to two
sharp young women, and has semi-retired to a crazily rambling
warehouse-y hulk overlooking the raw Pacific near Carmel.
There you'll see her in jeep and jeans, not giving a shit about how
she looks.
Well, you can take Bohemia too far too, but she has a way to go
to rank with her former idiocy.
And a boyfriend after long last! But he's an old fart who loves
the classics, and seeks not to dress, rather educate her.
Oh oh! The same thing really? Nope. This she enjoys tremendously,
reading voraciously, challenging his theories with relish.
Yet...only a few wine bottles short of giving him his Walking Papers, too.
Thence, celibacy will reign a good while, and then?
Makes no difference if you color her The Proud!
Labels: affair, businesswoman, Carmel, dependence, independence, Man on the Flying Trapeze
