Quote of the Day, Love: Oscar Wilde

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

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Monday, January 31, 2011


His profile portrayed Pete as an outdoorsy, well -educated man who, "wants to meet Miss right and have a relationship of equals." After chatting back and forth for a few weeks, Pete asked me out for a casual dinner. In person he was nice looking and our conversation was fun even if he was a bit too flirtatious. He was divorced, he said, and an elementary school teacher taking a short sabbatical. He claimed to have always wanted to date a redhead  and asked if I'd like to take a walk around Greenlake which was across the street.   It was a beautiful evening and the starts sparkled like cold diamonds            
off of the lake. We talked about growing up in the Northwest, joked as we people watched  and then the topic turned to bad habits.
"So," I said, ,"any deep dark secrets?" I smiled,  "My worst one is swearing to myself when I'm stuck in traffic, no accomanying  hand gestures though. You?"

"Well my wife Jenny left me over my internet porn addiction. That's why I don't teach anymore, I caught caught at school, umm pleasuring myself while the video played on one of those pull down screens. Man, principals can be so judgmental. You know what though? I think it was the devil that made me do it."
I paused and laughed lamely,"Whoo, that's a good one, you almost got me there."
With complete sincerity, he continued, "No joke, it got so bad that I went to inpatient treatment for six months. My palms have just now started to really heal up. Thank God for that ointment. I can't even have an internet connection. I've been out of the facility for a week."
My jaw dropped, but before I could respond he started again
"Hey, I've got to take a leak in the bushes over there." He pointed about two feet away from the main trail where people were walking their dogs and taking babies for bedtime stroller rides. "Can you stand guard?"
Flummoxed, I looked around me to find the quietest and quickest route to the parking lot.
As I started to jog, I mumbled, "Thanks for dinner,It's late I've got to go." I don't know if he heard me but I fulfilled my obligation to be polite.
My purse was small and my keys with pepper spray attached were in hand in a matter of seconds as I walked very quickly to the lot. As I walked away I heard him still talking his voice getting fainter as I neared my car,
"Hey, you look tense, would you like to come back to my place for a massage and ... dessert, you know what I mean?....  Hey wait up!"
I locked the door, slammed the car into reverse and pulled away. In the rear-view mirror, I could see him standing there confused, his fly still half undone.
As I crouched down in my seat and stepped on the gas I had to commend him on his honesty but kept wondering what one woman could possibly keep him interested unless the circus was in town and he had eight kinky sister wives. 

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