I considered it. “It might sound less intimidating as a hobby.”
“No, wait, I already listed ‘making crop circles’ as a preferred passing of durations.”
While he pondered the most appropriate pastime, I fixed us a couple of Mexican Martinis. I love the way they affect him and he tends to forget until it is too late.
C.W. was spending Saturday evening filling out a questionnaire for an on-line dating service. It’s one of his favorite, well … ‘pass durations’ if you will. So far, his respondents were all English Majors except for the owner of a Christian bookstore in Seattle who was passing himself off as the widow of a Nobel Prize – winning physicist. (Readers will have to wait until the statute of limitations has run out on that one.}
Anyway, he was trying to broaden his constituency, so to speak. You should have seen him. He resembled a model in a men’s magazine, without that constipated look they tend to assume.
I handed him his drink and he sipped. “Marvelous,” he said.
“Just wait,” I thought. “Enjoy it,” I said.
“Cute puppies, Céline Dion music, and long walks in the spring rain,” he said as he wrote.
“That is so awful.”
“Why don’t you put the truth down?” I said.
“Analyzing String Theory literature, making homemade pasta, and buzzing around town on your Vespa.”
“I did that once.”
“Don’t you remember driving her back to the bus terminal?”
“Oh, yes,” I said, shuddering. “But seriously, how can you expect a meaningful relationship to develop from such an orchestrated scenario?”
“As opposed to what?” he said.
“Chance encounters,” I said. “So spontaneous and romantic. Don’t you pay attention to any of the movies we watch? Consider the happy little accidents of life.”
He thought for a moment. “Such as yours?”
It was my turn to think. “Exactly,” I said.
“So you happened to meet your wife on the parking lot of your apartment complex.”
“That’s correct,” I said.
“Nearly 40 years ago?”
“Seems like the blink of an eye,” I said.
“Purely by accident?” he said.
“Purely.” I saw him cock an eye. “What are you getting at?” I said.
“She just happened to walk by?” he said.
“Just happened to,” I said. “I was working on my car.”
“And it was parked by the door of her apartment?”
I thought back. “No, I had parked it in a far corner, out of the way.”
“And she just walked by dressed in jeans and a sweater.”
“No, she was dressed for a date,” I said. “Really dolled up.”
“And just happened to walk by.”
“Just happened to,” I said, with less confidence.
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Realization struck me like summer lightening, and my mouth dropped. “Why that little …”
“Hold on, pal,” he said, finishing his drink. “That’s your life-partner you’re talking about and she’s in the next room.” Then he banged his glass on the table.
“Put some music on, Big Dope. I’m ready to do the Merengue.”