Approaching the entrance to Trader Joe's, I notice the guy walking in front of me. The handsome guy walking in front of me, rather. He was. Handsome. Also walking in front of me. Both undeniable. One a fact, the other a strongly held opinion. The guy was handsome, to me. Also, presumably, to his girlfriend. … Continue reading Trader Gays
There is a beautiful song by Michel LeGrand, with a lyric that begins: “Summer me, winter me And with your kisses morning me, evening me” It includes the line: “Then by a fire pleasure me, peaceful me And in the silence quietly, whisper me Forever me with love...” Whisper me. Yes. That. As a kid, … Continue reading Whisper Me
He followed me from aisle to aisle. Careful not to look as if that is what he was doing. He would just happen to be there. Arranging books on a lower shelf. Carrying something from one place to another. Trying not to be noticed. He looked like a thousand other awkward teenage boys. Going about … Continue reading Can I Help You, Sir?