There are two men, on the periphery of my life, peering in.
One is a beat-up musician I should run from, the other, a well-heeled Englishman I should run towards.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the natty type that looks as if he was just polished with a fresh shammy, but the earthier one with that bad boy veneer is the one who beckons.
Hair to his waist, gray and ratty, falling over big blue eyes that haven’t properly shut since 1985, thanks to the hours that he keeps….and if those tattoos could only talk.
Natty of course smells like sun-dried sheets, not a hair out of place, with glimmering Gucci loafers you could see your reflection in.
I called my friend Camille, who since I’ve stopped drinking, don’t see much of. Over lunch at the 3 Guys Coffee Shop across the street from The Carlyle that seemed to call both our names, I asked what she thought.
“Well, you know what I do when I can’t decide what to have on the buffet table…have a little of each.”
“Yeah Camille, I understand that reasoning, but you forget, my taste buds are rusty, my store being closed for so long and all.”
“Don’t you think it’s about time for a reopening?”
“Yeah, but I’m nervous.”
“Romance and sex, or the other way around, is like riding a bike. One good spin around the block, and you’ll be doing wheelies.”
I thought about this as we ate our club sandwiches, no bacon on mine, extra on hers, as we stared at the Carlyle’s canopy.
“Don’t you miss Bemelmans, just a little?’
“I miss it, just a lot, but I’m not going over there. The last time, well, I had a little reunion with another Brit who shall remain nameless.”
“Like I don’t know who it is.”
“It’s just that, every time he’s mentioned, he pops up, like a fairy coming in for a landing.”
“You said it, I didn’t.”
“HE’S NOT GAY.”
“Well, that accent is very alluring which is why Welles is a candidate yet, Elvis, I’ll call him, he’s ya know…so, so…
After we had coffee and split apple pie, Camille said, “So what’s it gonna be, pizza or Beef Wellington?”
I just smiled, but since I don’t eat meat and love pizza, well…hope my leather jeans with the fringe still fit.
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