The lovely, and perky "Tara King" called me today. She actually wanted me to write a check for the "Silver Fox's Birthday Bash!"
Of course, at first I said no way, but she kept hitting on that "guilt" thing (does she know I'm half-Jewish?)
Anyway, she finally wore me down. Even if I do despise "The Silver Fox," if I saw someone teaming up on him in a dark alley, I'd be there to defend him. I wonder if he'd ever do the same for me? I wrote a sizeable check.
It doesn't matter now. I'm going to wrestle him, and I will DESTROY him!!!
My personal assistant, Gretchen... and her whole freakin "Ooom-Pah-Pah Family" seem to think I did "the right thing."
She's learning more English as the days wear on. Tonight, I was just sitting alone by the hot tub, and she came and sat beside me. After awhile, she asked, "Skip need hug, ja ?"
I just nodded my head, and she snuggled up close to me.
Then she came out with the most profound statement I ever heard from her!
She said, "Love you. Don't want you to get hurt."
That, my gentle readers, was the most English I ever heard her speak!
It has been a long time since a fine lady would accept me, warts and all, and tell me she actually "loved" me.
Any sane man, (and I never said I was sane,) should have kissed her tenderly, and held her tight... but I just ignored her, and just it a cigarette.
I was caught up in the wrestling match that was approaching with "The Silver Fox" soon. I was also thinking of that perky Tara King.
Gretchen wants to be "in my corner" when that night arrives. I wish she would just stay away!
Sometimes I wish she would stay away, and that the whole would stay away! Sometimes I wish I could just curl up in a cave alone, and with no feelings for anyone. That would make it easier.
Am I scared about having to face "The Foxster?" Yes.
Am I afraid of getting injured? Yes.
Am I afraid of a commitment? Yes.
And dear Gretchen sits silently, tears running down her cheeks... her dear heart breaking.
And I put the shell around me.
Happy Birthday, David.