This was so good. These sentences brought me back. I was approached by a younger guy today in Walmart. “Do you want to get a drink?” He asked.
“No, I’m with someone…I have a partner.”
“Do you want a lover?”
I laughed.
He’s hitting up the Queen of Adultery. He has no idea of how many lovers I’ve had. The irony. I was dying inside. Sometimes, real life is stranger than fiction.
I love this KiKi. A dip into the past that feels fresh as if it were today. Raw and raucous and fabulous. A marvelous photo of you at the end, too.
No matter how much time has passed and what physical changes we've undergone, we are still as young as we were on Y2K. Those same hot, tantalizing moments are alive and flourishing and burning. That's what your story says to me.
While you were working the skeleton crew shift at CNN on Y2K, I was in Norcal, and I paddled out just before midnight at Fort Cronkhite near Sausalito in the dark. I caught one wave before the cops showed up, and I ran to a waiting car driven by my paramour Betty. It wasn't your stairwell, but it was meaningful.
What a pity that nothing happened but I guess it was for the better. I love how you told the story. I’d gone through similar scenarios—be right at the line crossing. Sometimes the line just moved itself before I knew I crossed it.
“God, he was young.
God, I was married.
God, he was beautiful.
God, I was unhappy.
God, he wouldn’t stop.”
This was so good. These sentences brought me back. I was approached by a younger guy today in Walmart. “Do you want to get a drink?” He asked.
“No, I’m with someone…I have a partner.”
“Do you want a lover?”
I laughed.
He’s hitting up the Queen of Adultery. He has no idea of how many lovers I’ve had. The irony. I was dying inside. Sometimes, real life is stranger than fiction.
I love this!! Gotta love the balls on those younger men. LOL.
I love this KiKi. A dip into the past that feels fresh as if it were today. Raw and raucous and fabulous. A marvelous photo of you at the end, too.
No matter how much time has passed and what physical changes we've undergone, we are still as young as we were on Y2K. Those same hot, tantalizing moments are alive and flourishing and burning. That's what your story says to me.
So true, Gentry! I'm so glad you liked it. I love the thought that we're "still as young as we were on Y2K."
We are still that young! Maybe younger!
While you were working the skeleton crew shift at CNN on Y2K, I was in Norcal, and I paddled out just before midnight at Fort Cronkhite near Sausalito in the dark. I caught one wave before the cops showed up, and I ran to a waiting car driven by my paramour Betty. It wasn't your stairwell, but it was meaningful.
I wish I still felt that young! But I'll say, I've had wonderful adventures throughout my life.
What a pity that nothing happened but I guess it was for the better. I love how you told the story. I’d gone through similar scenarios—be right at the line crossing. Sometimes the line just moved itself before I knew I crossed it.
A compelling read as always, Kristi!