[stylist] This morning I awoke...

Sun Mar 23 19:35:05 UTC 2014

Donna,
Thanks so much for your comments. I seem to be on a roll for the second day.
All because of all of your responses.
I am a fan of your technical and general knowledge. You continually share
your expertise with all, and nurture young writers also.
I thank you for your work.
Jackie

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From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Applebutter
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Sent: Sunday, March 23, 2014 12:22 PM
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Hi Jacki,
So great to have you back! This isn't evidence of writer's block. I love it;
it's romantic, whitty and even a bit scary. Kudos.
Donna

-----Original Message-----
From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Jackie
Williams
Sent: Saturday, March 22, 2014 8:28 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] This morning I awoke...

It seems I cannot make an attachment in order to keep the format. So I will
cut and paste, the devil take the hindmost.
Jackie
Your
prompt.

This morning I awoke to find-
deluge of e-mails from the blind.
A month ago, I promised to
come back again and thus renew
the inspiration from this list.
Well, anyway, you get the gist.

I have a morning to devote
to answering, and sugar-coat
responses to what came as shock
that none of you have writer's block!
I'm old and white, close to decay,
but listen up , I'll have my say.

Three hundred! Please, a strategy.
I'll answer all with poetry.
You wonder, should you say impaired
in case the "cons" leave you ensnared?
While I agree with Lynda here-
"Blind" dating is another sphere.

My Poem. Don't take this too literally, but usually there are a few true
things in my poetry. I lie a lot and like to have fun, and challenge the
more accepted ideas. But if you go the speed dating route, you do not have
to deceive by omission. I have not, but would have liked to.
Jackie

The Four-minute Speed-dating "Me Too" Man

I contacted the organization with trepidation.
In my early eighties, I still liked older men.
I knew the pitfalls after falling in most of them.
I also knew women made their choice of partners within the first 30 seconds
and might choose a serial killer based on his pheromones.

I studied the statistics before this revolving event.
I would sit, and every four minutes, a new man would appear. I knew, also,
men were more selective if they did not have to move. Besides, I was nearly
blind and hard-of-hearing. I might not be able to get up and find the next
man's table.

Let's see-10% relate to movies, 17% to travel.
Most relate to sports. Forget them. Religion, smoking, previous marriages do
not hold sway as against that first four-second attraction. Now I am smart.
I can ignore my subconscious that goes for con men.
The bell, the bell! Here comes a short, slightly stooped man.

I'm no dummy. I had prepared my quirky, unusual questions. In a rush I
blurted, "I am a Democrat, a flaming liberal, and I love Obama."
He took so long to answer that I blurted again, "I don't smoke, I have been
married only once. He died."
Another silence, a groan. The bell rang.
I have no romantic spark for this strange man.

There were not many in the seventy to ninety age group.
Next a man strode over, leaned down, kissed my hand.
He sat, proclaimed, "I am a conservative, a Republican, I love Rush
Limbaugh. We must make Obama fail."
I did not know what to say for fully two minutes. He followed, " I smoke,
drink now and then, have been married three times."
Saved by the bell. I am not asking questions. Get with it, girl.

The next man slipped quietly into the chair, said, "God Bless You."
I answered, "Why should he, Sir? I am a skeptic." We sat there awkwardly for
fully three minutes without making a sound.
Finally, here he came. The last man in this revolving group.
He bumped the chair, finally sat, and reached for my hand.
The touch, the sound of his deep voice turned loose a spark.

Gently he asked, "Will you speak clearly. I am hard-of-hearing."
In rapt adoration, I said, "I think it would be wonderful to stand on The
Great Wall of China with you." "Me too," he replied.
"I have always wanted to climb to Machu Pichu on The Old Incan Trail."
"Me too," he said, moving to sit beside me-against the rules.
We had trouble untangling our arms when the bell rang.

I struggled to get my name on his list. Now I had to wait.
Finally, after two days, I got his call- felt a thrill I had not known since
I was seventy-eight.
The grandson of his third marriage took us to IMAX to walk The Great Wall of
China, to climb The Old Incan Trail.
We sit side-by-side on our double chaise lounge in front of a 60-inch
television while We drink Manhattans straight up with ice on the side.

We first watch Fox news for him. I slowly run my fingertips up and down his
inner arm. As he turns to MSNBC for me, he kisses the sweet spot on my neck,
then CNN to cool us down.
Sundays, he watches a bit of football, listens to a bible tape.
I struggle with a poem or make blueberry pancakes.

As we melt into each other's lives,
I say to him, "I have found the most loving friendship I have ever known."
He says, "Me too."

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