Friday, July 16, 2004

Yesterday a co-worker noticed the black and white picture of a young and brooding Marlon Brando I've taped up in my cubicle. She sighed and I said, "Yes, wasn't he beautiful? And somehow knowing that he later became all tortured and anguished makes him even more beautiful." My co-worker nodded and said "hmm..." which could have meant either "I agree, sister, the bad boys totally do it for me," or "I think I've just figured out why you haven't found anyone 'good enough' during the past year."

Because this is the trick, the trick I and my girlfriends are trying to pull off: To find the guy who acts like a bad boy, but is a good guy in disguise. Who gets kind of introspective and cross sometimes, but never cross at you; and has done some things he regrets, but has learned from his mistakes; and who has had his heart broken a couple of times, so now he really appreciates the way you stroke his hair in a way that makes him like it, or how you laugh at the stupidest things as though you can't control yourself, or that you do things like find a pretty rock on the beach just to give to him. Because he knows by now that not all girls do that. So he treats you like a precious and rare creature, like a baby panda (they're endangered, you know).

And when he dresses up in a muu-muu and kisses Larry King on the mouth on national television, you will just shrug it all off, because he's treated you right and that's what's important.

2 comments:

missus kennedy said...

I'm sorry, but that reminds me of the Simpsons episonde where Homer got really fat so he could go on disability and work from home, and he couldn't find clothes that fit so he started wearing a muu muu with this weird floppy cap on his head. So now I've got a mental picture of Marlin Brando crossed with Homer Simpson, and I think it's really going to help me get through Monday.

av said...

Aww! If I was a guy I would treasure you and notice all those things. I guess I do treasure them! But you know what I mean. Avi