There’s a little Italian bistro I go to preferably when they first open. I like to have a quick bite bathed in quiet then be on my way.
When they open their doors at noon, I’m there at 12:10, but a very tall man is always there before me.
I’ve been my total height, 5’8, since the fourth grade. Imagine Gulliver playing kickball. In order to appear shorter, I’d hunch my shoulders inward drooping my head like a four day old rose. Of course it didn’t work, now it just looked as if my posture was bad along with being big for my age, but that didn’t deter me. What would you have done being called The Jolly Green Giant of math class?
Little did anyone know, including me, I’d become a a jolly green model. Naturally this man, also stooped like the bough of a tree, captured my interest. I always say hello, how are you since it’s just the two of us besides the waitstaff. I see how hard it is for him to say hello back.
“Is he in pain?” I asked Marco the waiter who said, “No, he just doesn’t want to be bothered Miss Bianchi.”
I was merely being pleasant, but I get the the Greta Garbo, I vont to be alone concept since, God knows, I do too.
I can tell you one thing, every time I see this man I go home and take 3 million milligrams of calcium with a silo of milk. Makes a girl conscious of her bones, that’s for sure.
When I saw him take out a small change purse, the kind your grandmother had where she’d keep her extra dimes, I knew this guy’s posture was the least of his troubles.
Real men have money clips or shove bills in their pockets as if they just won big at poker. They also don’t wear wool cardigans that zip.
Hey, I’m on to something here. These small details make a difference. You never saw Popeye in a sweater did you? This guy needs to go home and watch a couple of Steve McQueen movies or maybe Gary Cooper in High Noon.
I made a list of ways he could straighten up because I knew, if he acted more masculine his back would be back before you could say, I’ll have a hanger steak, rare…want to see it bleeding on the hoof.”
Like any tree, all he really needs is a little rain and sunshine…