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Eleven Fifty Nine Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
The story if you know it or not, is based on the classic fairy tale, Cinderella. Kind of
cheesy and corny for the stereotypical guy, but hey, its a great story and helluva movie.
At least this version is to me. Now while waiting for this movie to start, I'm beginning to
laugh. Not all out laughing, but chuckling really, at my girl calling the hogs home in full
stereo. I'm serious, I'm kind of impress for the moment, really I am. Not impressed on
how sweet and cute she looks and sounds beside me. Not impressed because this
sweet feminine child of God is hitting notes the late great Barry White would have
trouble hitting. Not even fully moved that my love making efforts played a part in her
seemingly state of exhaustion. I'm impressed for the acoustics in my bedroom, and
how her silent roars was bouncing off of the walls. Maybe it was her pitch or
something, but I start falling into the rhythm of her beat, every-time she exhaled like a
human beat box from one of those old school rap songs. Okay, sorry I went off course, I
had to. This is funny and pure innocent entertainment before my movie comes on. But
anyway, while looking at my girl lying next to me, and thinking about the movie that was
about to start, I was recalling on how we started, and where we are now in our
relationship. How we met, the divine intervention that made it possible and more. The
chances, the odds, the unbelievable timing and circumstances on this miraculous
encounter. I mean I don’t know about you, but doesn’t it seem like the odds on things
happening out of the ordinary, only happen to people like you and me? There must be
an exclusive secret club or something, because if I told other people the way we met, it
would sound crazy and too good to be true. I mean things just don’t happen like this!
You only hear about things like this in the movies, or in some dumb-far-out-there theory,
some guy my post on the web or in a chain email. But things don’t happen the way
they did with her and me. Look, I know, you’ve heard me say the same thing over and
over again. But I’m not trying to drag this on or anything, just trying to show you how
rare and unique this situation really is. Okay, this has been drawn out too long, let me
close this paragraph out and start another one. The movie starts pretty soon as well,
and I need to concentrate and finish off this writing anyway. So forget about, HOLD ON!
Wit, The walls just shook (smile). That was a 5.2 on the Richter scale. Oh boy, she’s
really in her groove now. Sorry, had to throw that last one in there.
When I met my petite Pavarotti in her sleep, I wasn’t really ready to completely settle
down. I mean I was ready to start the process of getting ready to settle down, but was
more in the process of finishing off my professional life. I was doing cool. My money
was tight and properly invested. My portfolio was solid, as was my monthly bills go
out. Houses were almost paid off, cars, jewelry, clothes and materialistic items,
were situated and securely handled. I was in the final stages of finalizing my last
business deal, and ready to go chill like a ice cube in a freezer in Siberia. I’m ready
to kick back for the rest of my life. I was doing all of this, and was actually ahead of
schedule, on my plan that has transformed right in front my eyes. I was doing all of
this, well before celebrating a half of a century of living on my time here on earth. I
also did it the right way, bring and leaving the right people, and taking care of my
family, friends, peers and those dear and close to my heart. I could kick back and
travel, enjoy and do most things because I had the ability, option to and not because I
had to for any other reason. You know, fully retire, and take some time to really get to
know me, and hopefully, find someone of the opposite sex, that finds me as a healthy
obsession. Now, as we all well know, some of the best made and laid plans, have the
ability to go to hell in a hand basket, faster than shit through a goose! And yes, as you
can guess, I was no stranger or exception to this rule or law. Sixteen years of doing my
thing, gone, well not gone, but delayed for a minute or two. I had a few setbacks, but
nothing really major that were completely foreign to my overall plan. Now as I am
nearing the marathon, I felt like on of those captions or crooks, in the old Batman &
Robin real life cartoons. Bam, Bap, Ping, Biff and Pow, was the sound I was about to
hear.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
The story if you know it or not, is based on the classic fairy tale, Cinderella. Kind of
cheesy and corny for the stereotypical guy, but hey, its a great story and helluva movie.
At least this version is to me. Now while waiting for this movie to start, I'm beginning to
laugh. Not all out laughing, but chuckling really, at my girl calling the hogs home in full
stereo. I'm serious, I'm kind of impress for the moment, really I am. Not impressed on
how sweet and cute she looks and sounds beside me. Not impressed because this
sweet feminine child of God is hitting notes the late great Barry White would have
trouble hitting. Not even fully moved that my love making efforts played a part in her
seemingly state of exhaustion. I'm impressed for the acoustics in my bedroom, and
how her silent roars was bouncing off of the walls. Maybe it was her pitch or
something, but I start falling into the rhythm of her beat, every-time she exhaled like a
human beat box from one of those old school rap songs. Okay, sorry I went off course, I
had to. This is funny and pure innocent entertainment before my movie comes on. But
anyway, while looking at my girl lying next to me, and thinking about the movie that was
about to start, I was recalling on how we started, and where we are now in our
relationship. How we met, the divine intervention that made it possible and more. The
chances, the odds, the unbelievable timing and circumstances on this miraculous
encounter. I mean I don’t know about you, but doesn’t it seem like the odds on things
happening out of the ordinary, only happen to people like you and me? There must be
an exclusive secret club or something, because if I told other people the way we met, it
would sound crazy and too good to be true. I mean things just don’t happen like this!
You only hear about things like this in the movies, or in some dumb-far-out-there theory,
some guy my post on the web or in a chain email. But things don’t happen the way
they did with her and me. Look, I know, you’ve heard me say the same thing over and
over again. But I’m not trying to drag this on or anything, just trying to show you how
rare and unique this situation really is. Okay, this has been drawn out too long, let me
close this paragraph out and start another one. The movie starts pretty soon as well,
and I need to concentrate and finish off this writing anyway. So forget about, HOLD ON!
Wit, The walls just shook (smile). That was a 5.2 on the Richter scale. Oh boy, she’s
really in her groove now. Sorry, had to throw that last one in there.
When I met my petite Pavarotti in her sleep, I wasn’t really ready to completely settle
down. I mean I was ready to start the process of getting ready to settle down, but was
more in the process of finishing off my professional life. I was doing cool. My money
was tight and properly invested. My portfolio was solid, as was my monthly bills go
out. Houses were almost paid off, cars, jewelry, clothes and materialistic items,
were situated and securely handled. I was in the final stages of finalizing my last
business deal, and ready to go chill like a ice cube in a freezer in Siberia. I’m ready
to kick back for the rest of my life. I was doing all of this, and was actually ahead of
schedule, on my plan that has transformed right in front my eyes. I was doing all of
this, well before celebrating a half of a century of living on my time here on earth. I
also did it the right way, bring and leaving the right people, and taking care of my
family, friends, peers and those dear and close to my heart. I could kick back and
travel, enjoy and do most things because I had the ability, option to and not because I
had to for any other reason. You know, fully retire, and take some time to really get to
know me, and hopefully, find someone of the opposite sex, that finds me as a healthy
obsession. Now, as we all well know, some of the best made and laid plans, have the
ability to go to hell in a hand basket, faster than shit through a goose! And yes, as you
can guess, I was no stranger or exception to this rule or law. Sixteen years of doing my
thing, gone, well not gone, but delayed for a minute or two. I had a few setbacks, but
nothing really major that were completely foreign to my overall plan. Now as I am
nearing the marathon, I felt like on of those captions or crooks, in the old Batman &
Robin real life cartoons. Bam, Bap, Ping, Biff and Pow, was the sound I was about to
hear.