Last night, a dinner. Open bar / magic show / platters of seafood / chicken or beef or pork. R got me a ticket to go with him. I discovered that there are many man crushes on my boyfriend. Extra tickets to ridiculously expensive sold-out concerts, they comp a lot of things for him they don't for anyone else, they invite him to sip expensive alcohol in their expensive homes. As if this were not enough, they come over and gush about what a catch he is and how much they like him. The phrase "diamond in the rough" is tossed around, I gamely concur. These are men, well into middle age.
I knew he got along well with people but did not realize he had a following. Other people his age were there, no one paid much attention to them, except for one. It was expressed they did not like him, as he seemed "power hungry" and manipulative.
We all go to the casino, someone hands me a stack of chips. It's five times the size when we leave, translated to crisp bills in denominations not accepted at convenience stores. Wearing a little black dress, feeling kind of Ocean's 11 about throwing the dice. I'm not a gambler, but apparently I make a good bet.
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