Saturday, April 09, 2016

 

Combat Ready


Laurel Josephine, aka LJ or Mixxy

The last alluding to her propensity
to mix it up, quarrel.

So when the coiffed religious headliner
came to her college, she was nothing if
not primed to deal with his load of shit!

She got him on the sweaty run, but he did
make one interesting point. That her liberal
stance took of what she accused him of:
Doctrine.

So she vowed after not to be doctrinal.
Losing thereby some of her Lefty pals.

Well, truth be told, she lost her few
friends on the other side also.

So, she reasoned, must be doing
something right.

She thought she'd go into the Sciences,
but that proved surprising political also.

Maybe just the Age.

The men came and went, lying.

She ended in Education, counseling Junior
High kids. She had an affinity for their
search for justice, and their vulnerability
mid exploding hormones.

The other teachers got married and she
became the durable bridesmaid in the
terrible dress. A stale idea, and she got a
kick out of it.

Besides, people of her age danced a
fury at weddings. And she loved that!

Enter Whatsisface. What she called him
for a good while. He was a realist and
expected no more of her than her self.

How to relate, she mused, to someone
not a goddamn fuckin fool!

They had fun. That was the ticket!

Then...the discussion re marriage.

Not for them!

And, then, for them.

Biggest discussion took place at a
weekend at the Jersey Shore.

There they actually took the misty
afterglow walk along the beach, hand
in hand, but didn't fall embracing
into the surf.

Rather, she performed a solo dip,
nude, laughing uproariously all the
while at the previous movie stereotype
of it!

“Take the vaseline off the lens, assholes!”
roared she over the loud waves.

At any rate, the two realists started
writing their own ceremony. Leaving out
the crap.

Though his mother, a self-confessed
Old Fashioned Girl, actually tried to get
him to squeeze “to obey” back in there.

Fat chance!

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