He was a little uncertain about her at first but you know how that goes. She didn’t sort her silverware and could never find her keys and sometimes couldn’t even find the car. The clothes she wore never really reassured him and he always felt uneasy when he came to the door for a date. They might be going dancing and she would come to the door in high heels making her a lot taller than him. He didn’t know what to make of her sense of timing either. His birthday came and went with out a word and then one day in September she presented him with a gift, acting as though it were his birthday. He tried to say something but just didn’t have the heart. She seemed so proud.
Being a man was hard enough he thought. He was divorced and the ex-wife was just plain mad at him all the time. He often savored the words ex-wife. At least now he knew that he did imagine those things. He used to wonder all the time what was wrong. Now she called and told him what a bad person he was. He had felt failure resting on his shoulders and the world somehow felt old.
Then this person dressed in her high heels, taller than he was, giving him birthday presents on days not his birthday, digging silverware from a disorganized drawer and searching endlessly for her keys, came into his life. He began to smile again and she let it slip that she wanted to be his girlfriend. Could she wear his ring? He discovered that it might be hard but if it was good, then it was worth it.
They were not young. But she made life feel young again. She had a slight off kilter way about her. But she loved him just the way he was. She thought he was good and kind and loving. She was not average or mediocre or colorless. He like that. And she wanted to be his girl friend, wear his ring and live in a house that did not require keys or sorted silver ware. She wanted a world without calendars where your birthday could happen any month of the year. She had known the minute he saw him, normal, with a slight need to be taller than her. She could imagine him as the father of her children. Girl friend had a nice sound to it, she could roll it around on her tongues like a piece of fine chocolate.
So on that day in August, when she decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day, he gave her a ring and until the day they died he always called her his girl friend.
Happy Valentine’s Day