Hello my friends.
Yesterday, my sister Barbara and my mom and I were having iced tea and cookies at our mother’s house.
We were gathered around the round rickety table with the bent legs. Mom has had this table and chair-set since Barbara and I were kids and that was a looooong time ago. The furniture was called Danish Modern back then.
The three remaining chairs with their yellow plastic chair backs and cushions hang in strings from all the cats scratching them through the years.
Barbara was sitting on the chair that occasionally jerks and loses it’s plastic seat and flips you onto your knees into the center of the room.
I don’t sit in that chair too often as I have taken too many floor dives from it.
As we drank our tea we talked as we always do, about all the family members and the latest news. We have a lot of family members so there is a lot to talk about.
At one point, Barbara turned to me and said, “Wenus,” and caught herself.
We all laughed at the turn she had accidently given my name and then she said, “Remember when we went to Mexico City and everyone there called you ‘Benus?”
“Yes, I remember that,” I said, “and did I ever tell you about this really handsome, rather famous man I met once, at a party and how I accidently got him interested in me?”
“Let’s have some more cookies,” my mother said.
“So, I went to this business networking party,” I continued. “You know, where you go and meet new people and talk up your business and other people talk up theirs? You all wear name tags and everybody is networking and looking for clients, or whatever. Anyhow, the place had a nice buffet table of food set out and I was walking by it, putting things on my plate.
I happened to look up at one point and across the buffet table from me was this tall, dark-haired handsome guy putting shrimp on his plate. His name tag said ‘Peter’ and of course, my name tag said ‘Venus.’
Maybe I was nervous, I don’t know, but I got mixed up. I looked at the man’s name tag and then looked at him and said all bright and bouncy, “Oh! You must be Penis!”
The man’s head shot up from looking at the food and he looked right into my eyes. He was stunned. I was stunned, too. I couldn’t believe I had called the man ‘Penis.’
I heard some giggling around me so I guess I must have shouted out my greeting to this unknown man.
The man and I just looked at each other. What do you say next after an opening like that?
I realized I must have gotten his name and mine mixed up; transposed the ‘P’ onto Venus, but I didn’t trust myself to try and explain. I could have made things worse.
The rest of the story is that the man was instantly transfixed by me. He hadn’t noticed me until that moment, but apparently I was such a shock to his system that I had entered his heart forever. Or, entered something.
He pursued me for years. I have happy memories of sitting with him in many restaurants by the ocean, drinking white wine and eating scallops in butter sauce.
We could have had more than just the eating and drinking and flirting, but ‘Penis’ lived with a wealthy woman who traveled. He was well known for being a big participant in the environmental movement and volunteered his time for a number of important charities; all of which he would have been unable to do, without the life style his lady friend afforded him.
And so, I preferred to keep ‘Penis’ as a slavering friend.
ADVICE FROM VENUS:
I know a lot of women (and some men) who have made a job out of finding the right man (or woman.) It has become a loathsome, burdensome job; a full time career that they really hate, but feel they have to do.
If you’re looking for your True Love, consider stopping that frenzied internet hunt for at least awhile and just physically get out and about in the earth world. Think of this time as a vacation from ‘work’ and be your real and relaxed self in every situation and see what comes out of your mouth. Your inner self might call out to someone and bring you Big Love; or, at least some excitement or a few glasses of wine by the sea with a panting, lusting companion.