jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.COM (Jane Beckman x2637) (01/20/90)
Jilara waves an arm above her head. "Awwright, guys, listen up! I'm going to tell you an amusing-but-true story from Auntie Jilara's archives of experience. And it will also show some odd attitudes regarding what I've been talking about." She chuckles wickedly. "I have this friend, Mike. Now, Mike and I have been friends and drinking buddies for something like ten years, and have Been Through the Wars together. We swap stories, blow off steam, all that. A lot of folks assume, erroneously, at first glance, we must be lovers, because we are very at home touching and hugging. No way would I be Mike's lover, because even he acknowledges he gets weird about his women. So, we are over at my version of the local Callahans, Dragon Run House in Palo Alto, one Tuesday meeting night. (If anyone wants to come, it's 8 - 10 pm (more or less) every Tuesday, at 44 Roosevelt Circle---off Alma and Meadow.) There is this very attractive blond girl who has shown up, and Mike is currently without a girlfriend. He immediately gets all moon-eyed, and becomes VERY solicious of her for the course of the evening, walks her out to her car, all that. Well, as he and I are heading out to our respective vehicles, chatting, he suddenly says "Gee, I hope you didn't mind the way I was hanging on that girl, tonight?" "Mike," I say, "What possible interest could I have in who you're trying to pick up on?" He ignores this comment and kicks at the curb. "Yeah, it probably will never work out, anyway. I'm always trying to pick up on tall blond women, and none of them ever put out." Now I, dear friends, am tall and blond. And I start to laugh. "Okay Mike, excavate yourself in a little deeper. I'm waiting to hear more about this one..." He suddenly realizes what he's just said. "Uh, gee, oh dear, uh---gee, I didn't mean that like it sounded! I mean, uh, well, like I never get any----I wasn't talking about FRIENDS; I was talking about WOMEN!" By then, he was chewing on his hip. And I just about fell over laughing." Poor Mike, he never learns!" She grins again. "I put that right in there with the guy who said he admired me because I "don't think like a woman, you think like a female guy!" ---Jilara the Exile <motcsd!fsdcupt!jane@apple.com> (I hope.) "If I'm not home accepting what I cannot change, I'm out changing what I can't accept." ---Ashleigh Brilliant (alternate identity may be jane@fsdcupt.csd.mot.com---don't you love computers with identity crises?)