Ideas

Sometimes, a little something makes me think. A phrase, a smile, a well-turned leg. I take that little thing, weave a story.
Sometimes, something happens to me. Years go by, I wonder about the incident. Was there a meaning, was there a reason.
And sometimes, I can take a little incident, take that phrase, add the smile, mix them together and I have an interesting little event.

There still may be no meaning, but perhaps there never was.

PERVS 1975,1999
“Sex! That’s all you men have on your minds.”
“You say that like it is a bad thing.”
“Well, we get so tired of it!”
“Oh sure, you’re tired of it now. But what if you’re a 30 year old hottie with short blonde hair? You turn from the bar and see these two 17-year-olds at a table by themselves, quietly having a drink. You’re not wondering what’s on their minds, you’re counting on it! Because you know all you have to do is walk over there, let them buy you a drink and you can take them both home with you. Then it’s suddenly okay, isn’t it? It’s even okay that you didn’t tell them you’re married and your husbands out of town.
But that’s okay until he comes home early and surprises you. But you didn’t think of that, as the boys do a mad scramble out the second floor window.
You don’t think of how those two boys end up sitting for hours in the ER, waiting for their parents to come and get them. How they struggle to explain how one of them has a broken ankle, one a broken arm; or where their shirts and shoes are.
Sure, you’re tired of it now, but at a different place and time, you expect it and to hell with the consequences!”
And I stood and left the table