The Delightfully Complicated Man

On that night, my haunts no longer sparked. Like an old pair of tennis shoes- though broken-in and tread worn they're nothing to look at and hold no mysteries.

I felt pensive as the new day approached.

Looking, yet not looking. Yearning, but not searching. I ventured out to the rumoured rice palace. It had been nearly a decade since my last encounter there when the enamored Irish fellow had torn the favorite shirt from my torso.

Anticipating intrigue, I walked into the venue where I noted curious eyes darting in my direction then look away. All had, but one. His eyes pierced the antiquated ether between us. A mutually locked gaze both engaging and curious sans the weariness and suspicion to which I'd been accustomed.

He opened up to me rather readily, at times parroting back the opinions of others- who had stated that his "problem" was that he was "fat" and "ugly". I felt as though he was trying to validate those opinions as fact. But I couldn't concur for I saw no problem. From the inner reaches of my mind, I recalled a story similar to this. Yet, before me I observed the contrary. I advised that he didn't have a "problem". For he, in this room of mallards, is the one true swan.

I noted that he's a complex man. His troubled childhood experiences mirror my own. He has discovered as I had, that his earlier life's experiences makes him the man he is today. Strong willed and quite capable of getting just as psychologically deep as the depths of which Das Behr can swim. This swan of a man has the ability to conceptualize abstract theory- Space, Time, and Existence in non-linear terms.

The Superlatives: Delightfully Complicated, strong willed, great sense of family, street smart, really intelligent (hello? "conceptualizes abstract theory" for some it's right up there with rocket science!), hunky, firm biceps, enough curly locks to capture a bear paw, Piercing brown eyes, full lips that I'd love to kiss, squishy in all the right places and a more than a few sandwiches in his pic-a-nic basket, He is all man. smart, quick wit, sharp tongued, endearing, cuddly, all wrapped up in a masculine package!

Mr. G has simple beauty radiating from within. "That's what they say about fat girls" came the quick witted quip. "Fat Girls"?!? Naw, I know nothing about fat girls, but husky guys like me when I was growing up- yeah I remember those years all too well.

I don't normally do this, he said as he guided the pen across the paper revealing his name and phone number. I repeated the same mantra back, because it's true.
i don't normally reveal my phone number either.
How wonderfully low tech, in this age of beaming information, to exchange info on paper. And it didn't take long for me to ensure Mr. Gs info was entered accurately into my cellphone.

I still have his original note, I tend to keep things like that.


So Sayeth Das Behr