Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The way she is

When meeting a person there is an osmose of beings.
A merging of the performances of personalities.
A mixing of characters.

More simply, a meeting between two people is about liking each other.
Or not.
Or a lot.
Or more or less.

But sometimes it is not that simple.
Because the other person has an effect that the own usual presentation is disrupted.
The other person causing nervousness.
Creating feelings of insecurity.

Last night this happened.
She invited to have dinner in her place.
A dear friend for several years now.




On the way to her home her text message was received announcing she had made banana soup.
Banana soup, banana soup, what the hell is banana soup ?
That was where the feelings of insecurity already started.
Was she making a joke ?
Because she knew how highly the vegetarian quiche had been appreciated on the last visit.
And that this was mentioned when the current date was made.
But it was going to be something more exotic then ?

She was dressed in tight blue jeans.
No shoes with her toenails painted red.
A silver Indian chain around her ankle.
A tight white tank top revealing enough of back and belly.
No make up and the hair naturally curled in abundance.

And indeed banana soup was served.
A Caribbean recipe.
A rich soup with not only bananas, but also pumpkin and potatoes.
No reason to whine about a quiche.

And this woman makes nervous.
Stirs up insecurity.
Makes it feel like walking on a gigantic ice cube.
Has helplessness come to the surface.
Directions lost.
Routines down the drain.
Causing stuttering, sweating and trembling.
Making a total disaster of who one is.

And it is not because of the tight blue jeans and the white tank top.
That is just the dressing.
It is because of the way she is.
Her charisma.
Her personality.
The way she carries herself.
The way she exists as a woman.

It is an extremely strong presentation she makes.
A demonstration of adulthood, wisdom and love seldom met.
It makes a man a sandcastle on the beach and she is the wave.

Indeed, it comes close to being intimidated.
Of feeling inferior to someone superior.
Superior in being.
In handling the different things in life.
The professional and the amateur.

She is invited to return the visit.
To come to the house and enjoy a dinner specially cooked for her.
But what to cook for such a Goddess?
Manna with vanilla ice cream?



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3 comments:

RonMack said...

Wow Michael,
Your old Arkansas Architect friend here. Sounds like you really are enjoying "relationships" and the anxieties developed as a result of the same. As you may recall, you and I are about the same age. One big difference; I am reasonably happily married for the last 40+ years. If, for some reason, I was to be thrusted into a new "lady envolvement", and the Lady was similar in nature to what you are describing in this post; I would probably crap my pants with fellings of anxiety. All I can say is "take it in stride and enjoy the trip", my friend.

raj said...

god is a man!!!

Dawn Pier said...

Raj! God is beyond sex. We are all God.