Today's a snow day in New York, so I wrote this on a lark. I hope you like it. Happy Snow Day!
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It's March 21 in New York City, the vernal equinox, and the first day of Spring. It's snowing, and they're predicting twelve to twenty inches of heavy, wet snow. It's yet another nor easter. I'm too old to enjoy this. I'm lying in bed, listening to the radio, still dressed in my negligee, fighting a losing battle to get rid of my headache. Headaches often come in bad weather, at least for me. It's all very depressing.
Perhaps due to my headache, combined with the bleak emptiness of my refrigerator, I was not thinking at my level best when the doorman called me to say that Troy was in the lobby, asking permission to come up to my apartment.
Really, in this stormy weather, he wants to see me? Troy was a great guy. If I were to hook up with him my mother would be so happy she would go into orbit. He was a medical doctor, made oodles of money, was the right religion, the right everything. Perhaps that's why I had no interest in him at all.
What did Troy see in me? Clearly, he saw something! Okay, I'm good looking, and I suspect he has a breast fetish, and well, just like my mother, God was generous with my mammary endowment. Okay, maybe I'm sexy, but tons of women are. Just go out in the street and you'll find sexier, prettier women parading around on the sidewalks. Troy is a stud; surely, he could land whomever he wanted. Why go after me?
Was it the challenge? Troy's amorous intentions were doomed in my case. I wanted a man my mother would hate. Nevertheless, Troy had been doggedly pursuing me for months. It was flattering, of course, but I had wanted to tell him it was pointless. He should have realized it by now, himself, anyway. The point is, something prevented me from telling him just to give up on me. Was I subtly encouraging him? If so it must have been very subtle, because even I did not see it. I never did understand myself.
Regarding my Mom, I could not go the racial route, because my mother would like a Black man too. Maybe she was desperate? Her grandmother biological clock was ticking away, and I was her primary hope, since my brother was flamingly gay.
Reality said I had to spring into action. Troy would be at my door in around a minute. I ran to the bathroom, checked my hair and sprayed perfume in the usual spots. I used the toilet and the doorbell rang. Time's up. I had not even been able to put on a bra or panties. Shit.
Troy came with lunch. You've gotta love this guy. Why didn't I? I put on my best smile and ushered him in. "People don't get sick on snow days?" I asked.
He laughed. Troy has a nice laugh. "I don't work on Wednesdays, remember? Good thing, too, the ER will be a mess with traffic accidents, given the storm."
"You figured I would have nothing to eat in the apartment?" I asked.
"Well, yes. I also figured you'd be paralyzed with a low-pressure headache. You usually are," he said.
"Are you ever wrong, Troy?" I asked.
"Of course. July 12, 2012 I was wrong. There must be other times, too, I just can't think of them right now," he joked.
I set the table while Troy tried to be subtle while he checked out my bouncing boobs. I realized my negligee was a bit transparent and too short. I had to be careful not to bend over, and in particular to be careful how I sat, otherwise I would be giving Troy views it was best not to give the poor man. He had enough lust for me and my body as it was.
"I also brought you some heavy-duty headache medicine, just in case." Troy said. "It's a gift from the hospital infirmary."
"Troy, you are an angel. I don't deserve you," I said. "If I could get rid of this headache it would be wonderful." I quickly grabbed some water and the pill went down the hatch.
As we ate the lunch Troy had brought, my headache began to ease. As my headache left, I got happier and happier. I began to babble and even get a bit giddy with happiness as my head felt normal again.
There is something about the lifting of pain that produces great happiness. The hunky man who brought you such happiness begins to look quite handsome. That's not hard to do in Troy's case, in any event. The man is handsome, thoughtful, and kind. He's successful, too, let's not forget that. If only I thought my mother would hate him, I'd be all over him in a heartbeat.
After lunch we sat together on the couch and watched old movies on the Turner Classic Movies (TCM) channel. I cuddled affectionately next to him. My left boob leaned into his right arm. Men really love my boobs, and nobody loves them more than Troy. I guess I was teasing him.
The movie was pretty bad. We changed to March Madness and began to watch a college basketball game. The University of Something against Duke.
I asked, "Want to play a game?"
"What did you have in mind?" Troy asked.
