Dancing through Dante’s Inferno

Recently I have written blogs that were basically of the solemnity variety; it is time for levity. 13181177-the-squirrel

 

The holidays are here

It is time for cheer. (Happy face.)

 

I used to be a psychologist and I really enjoyed the work. Now I’m mostly a writer and I find it frustrating, and complain often about rejection slips. However, one of the advantages of being a writer is that the whole of your experiences is potential material for the pen. BEWARE THOSE OF YOU WHO DATE OR OTHERWISE ASSOCIATE WITH A WRITER, YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF IN PRINT. 18243332-smiley-vector-illustration--hypnotize

 

The date I relate below really happened. The lady is question does not read much so is unlikely to view her notoriety. It is not the worst date I have ever had, but probably the most interesting. Everything I relate here is absolutely true except one sentence, and I will not divulge which one it is. A_Colorful_Cartoon_Voluptuous_Blonde_In_a_Sexy_Revealing_Red_Dress_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_100721-151583-914053

 

Happy reading!

 

 

DATING OVER FORTY: or Dante’s Inferno

 

In 1987, after 21 years of a successful marriage, my 42-year-old wife informed me that she had fallen in love with another man. He was 10 years my junior and she planned to move immediately with him to Chicago. My response, I believe, was perfectly logical under the circumstances. “We’ve had an almost perfect marriage, darling,” I reminded her. “People gauge great marriages by ours. You can‘t possibly do better with this guy, only as well, and certainly a lot worse.” 13892149-illustration-of-a-comical-facial-expression

“Yeah, I know,” she replied. “Bye.”

So I was left to re-enter the dating world at the ripe old age of 46. Since the whole idea was quite intimidating to me, I just sat around for a few months moping and contemplating. Finally, I decided there was no reason to sit around moping and contemplating, I might as well dive into the fray. The first thing I realized was that the rules had changed during my absence. I never understood the rules very well to begin with but now they had really become muddled. It seemed like “normal” women weren’t interested in me while the “unusual” ones were. During my first two years I dated Attila the Honey, Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde, Godzillina and Jackie the Ripper. Attila the Honey trashed everything around her with a scorched earth policy whenever she became angry, Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde was a sweet southern belle in public who spewed out venom like an eight foot cobra in private, Godzillina once attempted to throw me into her bed and have her way with me against my will, and Jackie the Ripper, with her lovely long chestnut hair and baby smooth skin, always carried a revolver in her purse which she would whip out quicker than Billy the Kid if threatened in some manner. 15889852-zombie-eating-brain-an-undead-zombie-glaring-at-you-while-munching-on-a-brain-isolated-on-a-black-ba

Finally, exhausted and confused, I turned to a knowledgeable friend of mine for advice.

“Joe,” I lamented, “I must be doing something wrong.”

“No, Henry, you’re just having a tough time getting into the swing of things,” he assured me. “It’ll get better.”

“Do you promise?”

“No.”

More years passed and things did not improve. The whole business finally reached a crescendo when I met a beautiful blonde who had only recently been divorced. Despite having three children, she was blessed with a terrific figure, plus intelligence and a wide conversational repertory. We had lunch on several occasions and then she asked me out for a Friday night. She explained that her college was having a faculty party at a country club and she wished me to escort her. I agreed, and proceeded to become engaged in the most bizarre evening of my life. 10596131-outlined-crazy-cartoon-eyes

I picked her up at six o’clock, and to say that she was breathtaking would be an understatement. Despite being 40, she resembled a twenty-five-year-old movie starlet attending the opening night of the Cannes Film Festival. She was wearing a long pink cocktail dress and had her brilliant blonde hair pinned over her head in a very elaborate manner. She entered my car and proceeded to chatter happily away during the entire one-hour drive to the country club. She talked about herself and her life in a breathy, seductive manner I had not noticed before. At one point she pulled her dress up slightly and idly examined her leg before informing me, “I have the body of a Playboy bunny, Henry. I know, because I’ve stood naked in front of the mirror with several of their magazines around me and I look as good or better than any of them.”

“Really?” I said with interest, wondering what I was now getting myself into. beautiful-girl-blonde-hair-young-pretty-woman-sexy-red-lips-dresses-blue-evening-low-necked-dress-vector-cartoon-45630850

We arrived at the faculty party and helped ourselves to an excellent seafood pasta with accoutrements concocted on the premises by the chef-in-residence. A live band was performing a wide variety of music ranging from golden oldies to country-and-western to big band to some rock-and-roll. They were quite good. My date gunned down three Jack Daniels’ in a row and then informed me that she could not dance and had not done so in 13 years. After this declaration she invited me to the dance floor. To my surprise, she turned out to be a fairly good dancer: she followed well on the slow songs and gyrated happily around the floor to the fast ones. I noted that every single couple in the room was watching us, and all the men had expressions of deep, hungry envy. They probably thought I had brought the hottest female east of the Mississippi to this party.

The evening progressed and my date had several more Jack Daniels’. She began dancing more closely to me. We were just the right height to be dancing partners and soon she was pressing the entire length of her body against me. She began whispering in my ear as we danced, her lips brushing against me intimately as she talked. She informed me that she was wearing sexy red underwear and a garter belt. She adorned a bra from which her nipples were protruding. She said, “I have beautiful nipples, Henry.” Then somehow she hooked her leg around my body and tilted her head back and began swaying  to the music. The other faculty members in the room looked on with wonderment. I felt conspicuous, to say the least, while she seemed oblivious to the effect she was having.

Dom Blonde

At eleven o’clock she asked where the toilet was and I offered to accompany her. The men and women’s bathrooms were located right next to each other and she giggled as we approached them. “I’ll bet I can pee faster than you,” she challenged me.

“I doubt it.”

“Okay, we’ll see. The first one out wins.”

“Okay.”

I did my business and was back in the hallway fairly quickly. She was nowhere to be seen so I wandered over to a soft chair I found in a corner and sat down to wait. A minute later she emerged and looked around. Then she spied me in the corner and let out a loud giggle and ran toward me in full stride and leaped upon the chair where I was sitting and straddled my body. She pressed her bosoms against my face and asked, “Miss me?”

“Desperately.” Blonde woman with bottle of peroxide.It reads:'Warning causes dizziness.'

She reached up over her head and pulled on a pin and her beautiful long blonde hair cascaded over my face. She kissed my temple and nuzzled my ear but would not allow me to kiss her. I felt as though I were in one of those strip joints I had frequented in my youth.

A half hour later we were whizzing along the highway on our way home and she was again on my lap. She had positioned herself so I could barely see the road around her while she continued to fondle me. She opened my shirt and rubbed my chest and told me what nice skin I have. She whispered, “I have a perfect body, Henry, and some day I might pleasure you with it.”

“Could you tell me when exactly?” I responded. “ I don’t want to be out of town.” ''A romantic weekend away in New York' you said... 'See the sights' you said...'

This went on for the first 45 minutes of the trip. Finally she climbed off my lap and began putting herself back together. She pinned her hair up and straightened her dress. She put on fresh makeup and patted herself into place. When we arrived at her house she was a prim and proper lady again. She reached over and shook my hand formally and said, “It’s been a lovely evening, Henry. Thank you so much for accompanying me.” Then she climbed out of my car and regally walked up the stairs. She gave me a little smile and a wave and disappeared inside.

At this moment I had an epiphany. I realized that growing old lonely and dying alone wasn’t so bad, given the alternative.

'Alice, the blonde, speaking.'

 

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