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Vintage VeeJay

This piece is rated___, well the subject matter is for the mature, and mature is subjective. Therefore if you are not chronologically or mentally of age, stop reading now, cause you aren’t gonna understand.

Not worn out but experienced. There are things that the years have taught. The numbers are not nearly as important as the variety of characters. She does not “kiss and tell” only the next one that comes along will be privy to the secrets and talents she has acquired.

The “boy” was 55 to her 61, seemingly it was working. Amidst a pandemic they figured out a way to connect. He was a liar and she knew it. She did not care because all she wanted was a simple connection, anything more would have to be determined at a later date.

It is a challenge to be in the world of the singles when your classification contains a word that defines you as senior… when you are a woman the smiles and smirks are everywhere. It was almost comical as the scores of “suitors” proclaimed “age aint nuthin but a number”. However what made these “junior flips” think they could say, do or even be something she had not seen before.

The boy was fun and entertaining at first. As time went on, he seemingly had read a book or two. He even seemed to be on-top-of current events. This was becoming a distinct possibility. Then he began sharing secrets, saying things he did not intend on, he was becoming anxious. Was it the intoxicating effects of alcohol or was it her? Still for the purposes intended, he would do.

Clearly he was out of his league. She was experienced, he thought he liked that. Then the question of how many partners she had came up. This from a man who said/felt society placing unheard of requirements on a woman to be a lady was ridiculous. He was pursuing this relationship, this lady, this sexual encounter full-force. He tried to act like the double digit number did not bother him, but it did. He thought even though he did not say, ” some lady“. However, it did come out of his mouth. He was intimidated. He did not know how to view or accept a seemingly sexually free woman. Yet he longed for this woman who came off as intelligent, informed, and classy. He liked her look.

Truth be known she was really not that sexually liberated. By society’s standard, women are NOT to be free sexually. They must save themselves for marriage, and if not virgins have limited encounters. Double digit lovers, that is unheard of. Even though the barometers say it is NOT unheard of to have 1 lover per year after the initial encounter, until something serious occurs( committed relationship). No different than the woman who gets pregnant the first time she has sex, the result of the act was all that was clear, at least in visual terms. Her past had a variety of relationships, there were serious relationships, there were casual ones, then there was marriage and after the marriage the number stayed the same for decades, “till death did they part”.

After the boy blew it, he still could not stay away. He tried to recover from his ill-fated remarks. He did know the minute the comments left his very lips, it was over. Oh how he wanted to experience her and the vintage veejay that intoxicated his mind, body, and soul. Too bad, it WAS now too late. He would forever be left wondering what experiencing HER might have been like.

A Temporary Shelter

It was a calm day, taking on typical characteristics of summertime. A warm early morning with a clear sunny sky. Round about 11 it started happening, the temperature began dropping and that clear, sunny sky grew dark rapidly with it’s menacing clouds. Soon the rain began to fall, the wind started whipping and whirling, thunder claps, lightening flashes and we must not forget the hail…

The gazebo had barely been erected, the furniture was in place, final touches were all that remained. This entire space had been planned. The instructions claimed it was an “all weather” structure, it would be tested very soon. It provided a cover. The rain did not fall directly on the furniture, but as it fell more rapidly the water pooled. The weight of the water soon proved to much for the small hollow beams, the structure’s roof collapsed.

Much like the afore mentioned weather condition and gazebo, there was a feeling of security and protection in their friendship. Their time together gave a sense of safety and protection. It was warm and familiar. Then it changed, it evolved, it put a smile on their respective faces for very different reasons. There should not have been any surprise; for their “romp” was much like the weather which was unpredictable, and the gazebo that was dubbed “all-weather” Nothing that could be counted on and everything IS temporary. They provided one another with the required dynamic each of them needed. Shelter.

Then it happened the proof started coming into focus. She always knew it would not work, but now the signs were too enormous to ignore. In an instant, all the good feelings were whisked away. That, in and of itself, was the strongest indicator any hope for more was NOT possible. He had violated her in a way that he could not recover from, she would not ever forget it and she came face to face with those facts. He did not even realize it , because it was NOT meant to be hostile nor was it meant to sting. If it had been his way “they” would slow to a trickle and then disappear unnoticed. He was a conqueror and his friend had crossed the line, with his aid of course, now he simply did what he did. There are no innocents here, each moved forward with eyes wide open. The question now is, can their friendship survive the violation.

The Temporary Shelter is erected and waiting to received them, either one of them or both. It shall stand and provide what each needs, but those needs will only be met for a short time and then they will have to move on.

Cheaper To Keep Her Versus Simpler To Settle

I remember laughing as I listened to the word of the song by Johnny Taylor when I was much younger. Not experienced at all but aware of what was being said in an all-to-obvious way. Life goes on and situations occur, we see unhappy couples, unhappy marriages yet the relationships seem to be frozen in time. Same sullen faces, same arguments, nothing changes but the date. Coming of age in the “because I told you to” era left us with many questions, many questions we dare not ask.

As young adults we began to see clearly what Johnny was talking about. Now as we saw our relatives, friends and sometimes ourselves in the inescapable places. It was so easy to get into these places, but when it got difficult and we wanted to tuck tail and run, when we found an open door we also found that door maybe a trap. The sign read, “ESCAPE! At your own risk” . There was a small screen view/tiny print of “At your own risk”, some of us bothered to read/take note of the not-so-obvious warning, many of us just turned around. A few dared to go through and we watch long drawn out court proceedings, weekend exchanges of children, those same sullen unhappy faces we recalled from our sheltered childhoods. Even if the shrapnel of these decimated relationships did not hit us directly, we did feel the impact of the ricochets.

Now we see the by-product of what we have lived through or seen through-out our lives. The zombies who once were vibrant and challenging, now look exactly like their predecessors, the Cheaper To Keep Her generation. However, we have evolved we feel old father time creeping up behind us. We tell ourselves we have no choice but to comply. As we settle into “Unhappily Ever Afters” does it make it easier for us to digest what we are doing/what we have do/what we have created/what we have become? As we helplessly watch ourselves age, we reach for things out of our scope. We long to return, at least part of us, to our more youthful period. We want to be transported there, but we also want to hang onto the knowledge we have collected. We ARE resisting the inevitable, but fighting it pushing against it is hard. It seems only natural that we would opt for the easy way … Therefore, settling is now a much more viable attractive option. Yet in settling realize you are sacrificing the possibility/ies of happy . I still want to believe happy can once again BE.