Don’t Ask How Or Why…
…I stumbled across this. Just ‘enjoy‘.
Mustard and first love
I’ve been meaning to write this (and this new category) for a while now, and now, with a day off and schoolwork to be procrastinating away from, I’m finally making the time.
The first girlfriend I ever had (in college – yeah, I was a late bloomer. So what?) had a weird pathological hatred of mustard. When we’d be doing deep-mouth drilling with our tongues in each others mouths during our somewhat fevered make-sessions, if I’d had even a small dab of mustard on a lunch sandwich three days before, she’d taste it in my kiss and damned near bite my tongue off.
Obviously, this was a mood-killer.
And these rages were nothing to be trifled with from a girl who had once poured a full glass of chocolate milk over my head in the middle of a crowded cafeteria or who once angrily challenged an entire drunken fraternity to fight me (well her, really, but since I was the only person with her, it was obvious that I was on her side, for better or worse) in a frozen parking lot one night.
I don’t even remember what it was I had said that set her off in that chocolate milk episode, but it still sticks in my mind, twenty years later, that it was thoroughly unintentional on my part.
And this something I must say say here – we dated, such as it was, for about nine months back in 1986. So I’ve now spent substantially time being broken up with her then we spent dating – something like 27 times as much – and still she, or at least some weird mythical vision of her, still occupies a sizable portion of my psychological makeup.
Why? I dunno. She was my first ever serious girlfriend, and because we mostly ceased speaking after we split up, I guess I’ve never been able to prove to myself that she – and therefore, we – ever existed.
But, back to the mustard.
I think that when I purposely started getting my sandwiches, burgers and sausages with mustard, that maybe it was time to end the relationship. Maybe she thought the same thing.
If, in fact, she ever actually existed.
Whatcha been up to, Bob?
(Hat tip to the other two Skeds members who might get that in-joke…)
Well, not too much to report, but lots in life making me busy.
Many of who are long-time readers (or who just know me personally) will recall that I have some dreary neuromuscular issues which make me walk kinda gimpy. So, last week, I started having acupuncture to help alleviate some of the gait issues I have.
So far, it seems to be working pretty good – I spend about forty minutes being stuck with pins, then I feel more limber for the next couple of days.
Where does it go from here? I got no idea. Has anyone out there had any expereiences with non-Western (or at least untraditional) medicines/treatments? Do tell!