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Griswold -> I'm wondering when the turn happened.... (6/25/2008 5:56:13 PM)
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And it seems to have an unusual amount of ubiquity.
5 years ago I was in Seattle, 4th of July...I flew my GF out from the East Coast to meet me, spend the weekend, killer night that night (except for those cell calls from some "other" woman who seemed to intrude on the most industrious of moments), beautiful sunset, explosions everywhere, I picked a suite on the 33rd floor facing Puget Sound, champagne was flowing, vibrant colors all over our 16 foot window....and moments before, just a bit, we'd checked in.
She and I had walked in (I was 44 at the time), and there was this Nubian Princess at the counter....taking our reservation...she was so capable (obviously trained well by management), "Yes Sir, of course Sir...what can I do for you Sir, champagne is on its way Sir"...that sort of thing....everything was marble....men in tuxedo's, flowers for all the eye to see....a man playing piano nearby...escalator going up to the elevator that would take us to our exclusive floor...piano wafting in the background drifting away in the distance.....
And I recalled thinking to myself as I rode up the escalator..."I'm with the most gorgeous woman in the world" (who, physically, didn't hold a candle to the little girl at the counter, but to me....GOD she was amazing...I couldn't take my eyes off her), and it literally took me almost 3 hours, as we were watching the explosions, to realize that I'd spent an entire 10 minutes talking rather intensely to the girl at the counter about her schooling, what she intended to become, and in all seriousness, I remember going up the escalator, talking to my (then) GF thinking "this kid's gonna make something of herself", and I was truly, paternally, thrilled for her.
I was equally thrilled to be with the most beautiful girl on the planet...and she was by my side. I was the most handsome man in the room....because the woman I loved was by my side.
I remember the next day thinking..."What the FUCK happened to you...you old motherfucker????"...."you used to be a horny toad....ready to fuck anything that moved...how did you come to be the guy who actually gave a shit that this little (lithe, sexy, capable of every sexual move {in my mind} that was possible in any lifetime) girl would do well in school / life / anwhere...other than having her clothes off, standing in front of you...begging you to fuck her?".....
(And of course, I didn't think of those things at all...truly).
I'm just curious....if anyone has any answers, I'd be thrilled to hear them.....
When did I transgress from being a horny little motherfucking horn dog....into morphing into someone that is like some gawdamm Hallmark card?
I'm actually considering walking around in my yard tonight naked (of course, sometime around 3:45 a.m., when no one in my neighborhood is actually awake)...just to piss myself off.
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