Allan stopped by to see me. He’s been calling me and I haven’t returned his calls. I've been in one of my moods.
I poured him a mamosa and one for myself. Mine was mostly orange juice. "To us,” I said.
He chuckled. “Do you remember when we were young and didn’t know what the fuck was going on? One moment you were married, the next moment you were getting divorced, and I was heartbroken over a crazy whore?"
I giggled. “We still don't know what's going on?" I said.
I was quiet for a moment, thinking about the places that I’ve been, the woman I was, the woman I am now. The kids, the men. The magic. The adventures, the sordid love affairs, the travels, the nine-to- five jobs I got fired from, the ones I walked away from. I stand now a mother, a lover, a friend, a partner, a student...always a student of life.
I looked at Allan sitting beside me staring in his almost empty glass. “This is great. What is it?”
“Champagne and orange juice,” I said.
He chugged downed what was left in the glass. “I love this stuff, can I have
I poured him another.
“Thanks for stopping by," I said tapping his knee.
“Someone have to take care of you,"
"You've been my constant," I said.
"And you’ve been mine. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you all these years,”
“You were never supposed to find out. That’s why I’m here. So what’s going on,” I asked. He stopped by to cheer me up, but I knew from the moment he walked in that he needed me more.
“Do you remember that girl I told you about a while back?”
“The stripper?” I asked.
“What about her?”
“I think I love her. I can’t stop thinking about her. I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t get enough of her. I think that she’s my soul-mate.”
"She's not," I said.
Is fate ever so unkind that we meet our soul-mate when we’re committed to someone else?
Is fate ever so unkind?I don’t know. I don't think so, but here's what I do know...
Odds are, this isn’t love at all.
What I do know is that for years Allan have fallen head over heels with every woman he’s ever dated. And this woman like all the others, will soon become yesterday's news.
When he told me that he was going to get married after dating a woman for a few months, I asked him to give it time. Time would tell like all the others before. He said that he was certain that she was his soul-mate.
Now here we are.
“What else do you love about this woman except the fact that she’s beautiful and can stand on her head? What are her values and goals? Is she kind and thoughtful? Is she caring of your wants and needs? Is she supportive of you and your dreams? Is she trustworthy? Honorable? Loyal?
What do you love about her Allan, beside the physical stuff?
“I don’t know. We’ve never really talked about that stuff?”
“She is all the stuff you haven't talked about?”
"So what are you saying?”
“If what you love is her beauty, what happens when she’s no longer beautiful? If you don’t know why you love her, how do you know that you love her? I don’t have answers, Allan, only questions that you may want to ask yourself,”
“May I have another mamosa?” He asked.
I poured him another and beat a drunken man at chess.