Chapter LVIII (Lying Eyes) 2/20/23 (58)

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I’m attracted to broken ladies
who are also
beautiful and smart

Of course I realize
they’re gonna
break my heart.

My friends
all warned me
that she was
much too young
But all I remember
was the breathtaking fun.

Even though life eventually begins to slow down, mine seems to be speeding up.
I continue to coach air talent and also consult a few radio stations, but now I’ve added writing a blog while writing three books to my day.

As busy as I am, I also managed to watch my youngest daughter Cami graduate from college, see my Grandson Nathaniel play soccer for his high school, induct Ron Chapman into the Radio Hall Of Fame, and be in an Emmy-Winning movie/documentary.

I even found little time to attend a radio reunion back at CKY in Winnipeg.
Let’s see, did I leave anything out? Oh yeah, I fell in love for the 6th time.
(See the object of my affection on top.)

I’ve always loved faster cars, older whiskey, and of course, younger women.
So when I met Laura, who drove a muscle car, drank Crown Royal from the bottle, listened to classic rock, and was young and beautiful, I knew I was done for.

Even today, when I think about it, I can still see her walking back and forth behind the bar at my local Duffy’s, where she was training the new bartenders.
Much later, when we were walking down a street in Miami together, some cars started honking, and When I asked her what the hell they were honking at, she replied, “My ass!”

Anyway, as I said, I used to see her at Duffy’s, and knowing that I didn’t have a shot, I didn’t embarrass myself by flirting with her.
Then she just disappeared, and the next time I saw her was about six months later at the Duffy’s in Wellington.

I was there having a glass of wine while waiting for my daughter Cami to finish her gymnastics lesson.
Suddenly, the lovely Laura taps me on the shoulder and asks if I remembered her from when she served me when she used to work at the Duffy’s I usually went to

When I told her that; indeed I did, she told me that she was in a bit of a bind.
It seems that while she was at the Burger King across the street, someone broke into her car and stole her purse.

Now she had no ID or money and wondered if I would be kind enough to buy her a beer.
I remember thinking then, “I sure don’t need no tale of woe to buy this beauty a beer.”

When it was time for me to pick Cami up, I wrote my number down on a napkin and told her that if she ever needed any help to call me.
She told me later that I had her right then because the only help she’d ever been offered was from guys wanting to help her out of her clothes.
Thinking about the Hunny Bunny the other day (Hunny Bunny was her code name because she didn’t like any publicity) I now, realize why I adored her.
It was like hanging out with a guy, but she didn’t look like one. Color me smitten! (see photos above)

Over the years, I’ve been involved with some women who’ve surprised when they said, “I wanna do something with you that you’ve never done with any other woman,” also “Do you realize that I’m not wearing anything under this dress,” plus “Do you want to watch me shave my legs” and “Do you wanna watch what I do when you’re not here?”

The Hunny Bunny was up for the task when after only a couple of dates, she texted me one night and said, “What do I have to do to get you to talk dirty to me?”
I remember wondering if she was the “bad girl” my Father had warned me about.

Our conversations were exhilarating, and it was during one of those conversations that she told me that her great grandfather rode with Jesse James.
He was the youngest of the Younger Brothers and died in prison, so instead of worrying about if this kind of stuff gets passed along genetically, I just thought it was cool.

Laura and I had a fantastic two-year run, and whenever we weren’t taking mini vacays at some cool resorts in Miami, we were spending the weekend at my place enjoying the view. (See the photo of my view above)

I was having a ball, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Not only did she teach me some erotic stuff, but she also taught me things, like how “On Demand” worked on my TV and how to get directions on my phone.

Of all the things the Hunny Bunny taught me, the most exciting and also the most expensive was learning firsthand what the secret of Victoria’s Secret was.
Unbeknownst to me, Victoria’s Secret encourages men to join their significant others in the dressing rooms. (They sell twice as much)

How many things do you suppose I sent back after sitting on my little stool in the corner room watching her try on all those pretty things.
However, as the mystery of her charms disappeared with each new sweet nothing she tried on, the mystery of how so little costs so much remained.

Speaking of mystery, the Hunny Bunny was always mysterious, which was very exciting in the beginning.
However, when she’d disappear for a couple of days now and then, and with her shunning publicity of any kind, my demons awoke.

Hey, and one of the best things about being with a beautiful woman is getting to show her off.
Unfortunately, I never got to do that because I was too old to hang with her friends, and she was too young to be around the wives of my friends. 

I’m kind of a jealous guy anyway, so when some of her explanations about what she was doing when she wasn’t with me didn’t add up, my demons got heavily involved.
She claimed that my problem was my inability to handle our age difference which may have been partially true, but knowing that it was probably going to end badly anyway, I ran for it.

Here’s to the Hunny Bunny, “Whew! What a ride!”

 

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