When Jared and Janet are asked how they met, they usually just laugh and say fate. In a way, it was. Jared's first real partner was a beautiful and brilliant girl. They stayed together for a number of years. One day, however, he realized he just didn't have her interests anymore and somehow never did. They ceased to be intimate and she knew the romance was over. She tried to get him jealous by finding someone else but this just made everything more dramatic.
The truth was that she was tenacious and smart but without a true interest of seemingly irrelevant things. Despite her brilliance, it was not like the classic artistic sense of Jared. He was the kind of person that would read about certain works of art at a museum before attending the exhibit.
Empty knowledge is useless, too. A historic passage, if it is alluring enough, does not have to be relevant but most others need context to give some anecdotal value to the given conversation. Jared knew about a half dozen poems and pieces he knew on the piano and guitar which he, admittedly, used for the right occasions. That being said, the farthest thing from his mind would be to embarrass or bore his audience. This would make them resentful and more obstinate to change. He tried to propitiate an understanding and reverence of analysis in text born data.
His world had been stagnant in that relationship but now he was happy to be free again to date and mingle. He had lost his position at work partly due to his unhappiness. He adored the women he worked with in the office. His immediate boss, Lora Collins was very stylish and voluptuous. She could have been Jared's grandmother but her eyes were bright and she always make sure she looked and smelled very good each morning. When overwhelmed, she ran around pointing at things and they would laugh. But they always got the job done.
Lora would put her big butt on his desk and talk to Jared all the time. She went on about how much money her husband makes, how she doesn't really need a job, how the divorce is going through and how much she will get, about guys, and drinks and crazy parties and so on. Chatter with him all day like he was a girlfriend. She flirt shamelessly with him but he never seemed to notice though they always had a good time at work. Lora could be crazy on a Friday for the little team. In the end, after making all the passes she could at her subordinate, she didn't have the heart to just come out and take him. She felt like she was an evil old crone breathing down his neck.
After a period, he took whatever employment he could. For the time being which happened to be stocking at a supermarket. The work was hard but the effect on his body was impressive. He got leaner and stronger and more confident.
He moved into a smaller place. It was a second story apartment with two very small bedrooms on the West side of the city. Oddly enough, the very house next to this was a kind of Curiosity Shoppe complete with a dusty front view. Magic odds and ends hang in the window display and tender timbers accompanied the breeze.
The front of this place had lawn chairs and an umbrella. Stone gardens and a little pebble path running crookedly to the front door. On this particular day, the day Jared was moving in, winds were gusting occasionally. So, just by coincidence, she was right there. She was bent over with her back toward him and she was picking up something at her feet. She moved in a measured way how old ladies do. Her body language was cute, the way she wiggled her ass in the air when she apparently found what she was looking for in the grass. She obviously had no idea she was being watched.
She turned around then and held her hand over her eyes as a visor to look at Jared. Something strange happened to Jared then. It was one of those rare times in life when the mind has two revelations almost at once.
The first is that he realized he had always loved mature women. He suddenly remembered trying to talk to strangers that stirred his emotions as they walked around the city. He thought of certain pictures he had in a scrap book deep in his personal things.
Second, he realized he needed someone intelligent, too. More than this, he knew how to find someone like this. It was by the eyes. He needed someone unusual like himself who could be the center of attention when necessary but still hold a higher secret without breaking the mantra of the means justifying the ends.
Her face was classic and beautiful he thought like a picture of a proper lady. Her eyes were deep and wrinkled and very wise. He admired her sexy curves and fell in love with her regal face. Bu her deep calm eyes made him understand right then and there that he loves her in her entirety.
Ironically, this possibility was the absolute last thing on her mind. The two of them together would look like an old mother and her son except that their bodies and skin tones were entirely different. He was a little taller and this dream girl before him was big and curvy and of Spanish descent.
