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April 06, 2003
Frankly My Dear.....
Alas, Rhett and I are no longer an item, or dating or romantically entangled. Nope, he's not even in the corral or part of the herd. We are still friends and we still have grand plans plotting our great business adventure (It's destined to be an empire really) and I honestly can't imagine not having him as a friend in my life but whatever it was that was magic and romance seems to have faded like a gentle fog that suddenly expires. Feelings still linger, but I am pretty sure this is the best course. We had quite an interesting weekend wherein I discovered our metaphors were unalterably mixed. The truth is I am no Scarlett... or Vivien Leigh for that matter. Dark hair, luminescent blue eyes, empirically attractive, genteel, bitchy, and well-versed in the games that men and women play yet swear otherwise. A woman who seems to have moxy because she eats a few carrots. I have to admit it was fun to traipse about Tara wearing a dress of drapery and pretend it suited me. But sooner or later, the time comes to stop playing dress up.
I'm no Scarlett.
More like Slue Foot Sue, I ride broncos that are way too big for me and hold on until we ride up to the moon. I get into scrapes all the time and have the medals to commemorate the occasions; three stitches for trying to climb the fence on the slide in the park when I was five, three scratches on my leg because I couldn't stop playing with a sweet, overzealous and very strong dog just last week. The greatest pleasures for me lie in an honest hello, and the sure knowledge that my love could see me at my worst and still find the beauty. How on earth could I keep myself trapped in a dress likes Scarlet's? All those hoops would never do when trying to tame Widowmaker.
I don't know. Maybe the real problem was that Rhett could never be Pecos Bill. The real adventure know lies within this question: Can Rhett and Sue remain good friends and partners after their brief interlude? I suppose we'll all have to tune in to find out.
As to whether or not Rhett should sweat my discovery, "Don't Think Twice, It's Allright".
Posted by mermu at April 6, 2003 08:33 PM
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All's well, that ends well. You guys seem to be good friends and you never expected the romantic relationship to last...or at least you said you didn't. For most people, this transition to "just friends" is extremely awkward...most people actually don't even try. Anyway, I hope your friendship successfully weathers the transition.
Posted by: Jfer at April 14, 2003 02:32 PM
I am sorry that--well, first of all, I'm apparently sorry that the above comment didn't get attached to the right entry, which should have been the one above this. Damn. (I do give a damn.)
I am also sorry that your romantic relationship has ended. Even when they end civilly, it's still bittersweet. I'd hug you if you were around.
Posted by: Elizabeth at April 7, 2003 02:31 AM
I tried to get Dale & Andy to go see Susan Tedeschi when she was here (Austin, Texas) at La Zona Rosa in February, but they blew me off. I'd heard her on 107.1 a day or so before her show, and she sounded great! If I hadn't had to be the babysitter, I would have gone, dammit. Glad someone in the family got to see her, I guess.
Posted by: Elizabeth at April 7, 2003 02:27 AM
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