Fossils That I’ve Known

Time is a strange thing, especially when you run into men you had dates with decades ago.

Peter, I’ll call him, was a suit my pal Tabitha fixed me up with way back when.  He’s so cool, I remember her saying.  What she forgot to mention was that he was also, so short, and could have used the Bronx Yellow Pages as a booster seat.  One remembers a fact, such as that, since you expected Cary Grant and instead got Curly, of The Three Stooges.

But the thing that really came back as I watched him crawl across 5th hunched in his senior-hood, was when he recommended the fish at this fancy bistro his expense account took us to, and when it came, said…you know how I like to eat this? Proceeding to pour tabasco sauce all over it.

Thank God he didn’t douse the salad.

On the heels of his orthopedic shoes, I saw another fella I had a few rendezvouses with when first coming to the big city.  He was French and the owner of several chic restaurants models flocked to like pigeons flapping their wings.

He was tall, dark and handsome with breath that could sink a ship.  I did everything to try to correct this problem…slipping Certs into his pocket…asking for enough parsley to make a hula skirt, but he just didn’t pick up the signs, causing me to pick up and go.

I mean, how much is a shallow, only in it for an appetizer, girl…expected to take?

Funny the things we remember.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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13 Responses to Fossils That I’ve Known

  1. micklively says:

    I can’t cope with bad breath either: makes me retch. The idea of kissing someone like that………(pause to puke). You normally brighten my day. I can’t shake off the olfactory image now. 😉

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I had the same problem back in the early 70s. This guy was a millionaire back when it meant something, handsome, and very nice. But he had an ulcer and I think that’s what made his breath reek. After two months of dating and me holding my breath while we kissed, he asked me to marry him. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him the real reason for my refusal. He’s in Chicago and I’m in upstate NY, so I won’t be running into him again.

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  3. Any kind of bad odor is a “no go” for me. I dated a guy who was allergic to deodorant (or so he said). Yikes! Even after a shower the odor lingered because it was in all his jackets, coats, sweaters, furniture, well…you get the picture. Closed the (stinky) curtains on that one.

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  4. I can barely remember yesterday, yet ask me about a bad experience with a date from 1983 and suddenly I’m an FBI profiler. I’m glad I don’t have too many repulsive memories to resurface.
    FYI: I just got up and brushed my teeth… again.


  5. It has been my great honor to have had not one, but two women tell me how sorry they were that I was too shy to ask them out when I was in High School. As I never thought I was good enough, I would not have asked, just admired from a distance as only a teen can. Now, I try hard not to do that – just ask, a no is better than a never know.

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