Sometimes VIM - my Very Important Man - & I walk hand in hand or
kind of bouncing off each other, chatting a bit, smiling private smiles,
complete together. We enjoy walking together & in Svendborg most of town
& lovely surroundings are within walking distance. Other times VIM has
something on his mind, something demanding all his attention. Then I end up
charging after him, short legs after long, rushed wifey after philosopher with
wrinkled brow. I try not to think about how silly we must look because he never
does it on purpose & I'm sure nobody who knows us even notices anymore. Of
course I can get annoyed, like when my bag’s heavy & I’m trying not to
dislocate my shoulder or level all the displays Svendborg’s trusting merchants
put out in front to lure the undecided consumer. Or when I’m the consumer and
would like to juuust check out one little thing, but I know he’ll be 100 m.
down the street & won’t look back to see what happened to me.
One of these days, when
we're in town together, I'm also going to show that annoying Albanian who's
shorter than me. I made the mistake of
speaking to him in the Mini Asian Market. Honest mistake – I thought he worked
there – but ever since then he's tried to get invited home. One day he’ll see
me with my tall handsome husband, all cozy & complete. He’ll finally get
the message.
Oh NO! There he was. What he
saw was me huffing to keep up with a preoccupied man who ignored me – ideal
male-female behavior such as you seldom get at this latitude. So he still
sidles over when he sees me & attempts a come-hither look - not easy since eyebrows
fill half his pudgy face.
Thought about mentioning
it to VIM but that would just be mean. What good does it do to tell an unconscious
man – out cold on the floor – that he should have opened that door before he
walked into it? I try to think of it as a valuable weapon in the fight against
vanity. Sometimes that works ....
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