I was looking through some old stories and this one brought a smile to m y face. There is no update, just a fond memory.
This story is a bit over the top and my
son, the editor, will ask me to remove it but I will stay the course, because
it’s good.
Let’s start with the basics.
I was not married at the time of this
story, and I was not cheating on anyone. I was a free agent so it’s OK to tell
without getting into trouble.
My wife does not read this blog so I am
free of worry except for those of you who read it and know her, and it may
become a bit of a problem, depending upon your big mouth!
It is in no way is bad, it’s just an old man’s
memory and a good tale to tell.
My neighbor was a fine young woman who I
have written about before in these pages. We did go out together for a while,
and this part of our story may have been from those times or perhaps
immediately after it had ended, but clearly before she moved away or was
married.
The young lady in question would call me
from time to time early in the morning and invite me to breakfast, or at least
to come over and have coffee with her in the mornings. Sometimes she would have
a Danish or a bagel, but always a cup of coffee. Both of us had to go to work,
so it was an effort to do these things and have enough time to get dressed.
This, in fact, was the biggest part of the story, as I was dressed when I
arrived, at least my tie was on if not pulled up, and I was ready to leave
after getting a few items and could easily leave. She, on the other hand, was
always about to get dressed when I arrived. She was, in fact, always the girl
in the white terry cloth robe. This was not a big deal, except the robe was
never closed, and she was never dressed!
You see the problem already I’m sure. I had
a few minutes to spare before I left, she was about coffee and getting dressed,
and she pretended not to have planned all this. I was nonchalant about the
whole thing, as you can already tell, because I’ve never forgotten it! She was cool about it because she knew I’d
not react! And so we had a standoff! An
all but naked young lady and an aging man, all dressed for work! And so we had
coffee as she proceeded to get dressed.
I never broke my composure, she never
expected me to. We had a beautiful relationship! It was a perfect liaison, if I
were a gay man! However, it was a huge turn on and turn off simultaneously!
She moved, I moved, she got married and
eventually, so did I. I heard from her after
her divorce once, and I heard from her late in 1989, I think, as I left for Boston and she was about
to marry her second husband. I never asked if she still “wore” the robe!
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