Day 197
After a long day in the garden what could be better than a nice, comfy evening on the couch? Well, a nice productive evening in the basement – sorting through boxes and whatnot!
And that’s what I did and how I came to be watching a movie after midnight. After a nice long day in the garden and a nice productive evening in the basement I decided to do some work at my computer with the tv on in the background. I was lucky enough to find a movie I’ve seen a few thousand times … Runaway Bride … so that I didn’t have to really watch it to enjoy it.
And all I can say is that that movie is totally unrealistic.
Who the hell would run away from Richard Gere?
I mean, seriously.
That would be like running away from Robert Redford or Warren Beatty or George Clooney or any one of those heartthrob hunks!
Unrealistic.
And then I got to thinking that when I was in college I kind of DID run away from a Richard Gere/Warren Beatty/Robert Redford type of guy.
His name was Ralph and he was my philosophy professor. I could never figure out his age … somewhere between 28 and 42 … and god, he was gorgeous. I think his looks and the uncertainty of his age scared me away – from anything but the most innocent of crushes.
Darn it anyway! How stupid was I?!
We corresponded for a couple of years … back when real mail was the way to write to someone. I still have his letters … all written on vellum or parchment … wrapped in a satin ribbon … in one of the 647 boxes that I boxed up in the spring. They are downstairs in one of the 50 or so boxes left to unpack. Someday I’ll reread them and laugh at myself for my idiocy at not taking a step in his direction or I’ll laugh at myself for thinking that I even had a chance with him. Whatever reason – I guess I’ll have a good laugh.
Kind of nice, after all these years to have some secret letters of intimacy that mean absolutely nothing. No emotion tied to them – not like Tim’s letters that I cannot bring myself to read at all – too difficult, too painful – just letters from long ago between a college coed and her teacher. Flirtatious banter back and forth.
I look back on all the times I went to his office and talked about class with him. Yes, I was blatantly flirting … but I also had NO CLUE as to what he was talking about so I had to go see him! I needed clarification! And though (I’m sure) it was great for his ego, it was probably the only reason I passed the class … all those extra hours of one-on-one time.
Not exactly the one-on-one time perhaps either of us was thinking about – but neither of us did anything … so, whatever. Opportunity lost. Or maybe what I thought was an opportunity never really existed and he was just humoring me or felt sorry for me for my mental state or he liked the attention!
In any case … I’ll give Julia a break, after all she does end up with the hunk in the end.
And, just for the record … if I ever get married again I want my dress to look like the one that she is wearing at the end of the movie and I want to be on horseback, and I want it to be fall and preferably in the rolling hills of Maryland or somewhere out east.
And it wouldn’t hurt one bit if the groom looked like Richard Gere.