What's For Dinner Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Even when you are on a speaker or headset, the drop off is scary. Your awareness
suffers to levels that will almost make you want to park and drive. But then you would
have to worry about the person still talking that may mistake you as a moving vehicle
and run into the back of you while you’re parked. But hey, sometimes you have to push
the envelope and do what makes you feel good, and I will admit that I still talk on the
phone, even though I know the risk it entails. Dam that sounds bad and hypocritical, but
hey, I will never claim to be an angel, but know, I’m far from Satan or a demon. So on
my ride home, I’m listening to a classic rock station on my Sirrus component, and
singing like an American Idol reject contestant in the shower. I decide in my mind what
I want to do about the evening, and how I’m going to spend it. I blindly reach down for
my cell phone, scroll through the address book and call my better half to see where she
is this early evening. I’m tired, but with the music, the thought of her, a great meal and
chance of a evening to make great memories, a shot of adrenaline was partnering up
with my blood through my veins. As she told me of her day, and how she had cut her
appointments in half to fill the other half at the Day Spa, I stopped mentally singing as
she told me of the Brazilian Bikini Waxing she had gotten. I’m not inhaling the Cohiba
cigar a little bit slowly now, and blowing out the smoke in rings and shapes that would
boggle the mind. I tell her to finish up what she was doing, and meet me at my house
in about two hours, for a surprise and chance to show off the work of these expert
stylists. I then turn my car around, locate the nearest market in my mental GPS
navigation system, and increase my speed to go to my new location. As I seen the lit
sign of Whole Foods Market, I started to slow down and look for a place to park. I was
feeling a bit lucky, so I journeyed into the parking lot to take my chances. As I was being
careful to keep the five-mile and hour speed limit in this tight little space, the parking lot
Gods shined upon me. I’m halfway through singing the song, “Dream On” by
Aerosmith, and was perfectly placed to take the space of a car that had just finished
doing what I was about to do, go shopping for food. In my mind, I’m playing the Air
Guitar better than Jimi Hendrix, as I’m silently screaming to the skies in my convertible
like Steven Tyler. I shut the car off, readjusted my tie in the rear view mirror and
stepped out of my Benz like I was on a secret mission. In my walk, I’m gliding, not
sliding. I’m confident, not arrogant in my steps. As I get closer to the sliding doors of
the entrance, I then allow the many women and elderly to enter in front of me as I was
taught as a youth. The smell of rich natural fragrances, are competing with the aroma
of organically grown items, that totally release the endorphins in m brain. I’m feeling
good, tired, but feeling a bit better than expected. I grab a shopping cart, slowly swivel
my neck, take a deep breath and start thinking about the things that will describe my
taste for the evening. To my left, is the produce section. The right, a deli with items
that seem to never end. Ahead of me, isle of canned goods and at the end of my
vision, the meat department with naturally grown entrees, calling out my name. So
now I’m thinking about what I want, what I should prepare, purchase and what she
would like to eat for the evening. To make things plain and simple, I’m thinking
about what I am about to buy and cook for the evening. I’m thinking about, what’s for
dinner?
I think one of the few things that truly signify a couple in true secure love, is shopping
together. To me, when you shop together, push the basket and select a little more than
munchies and sodas together, that’s real love. Now when a man, excuse me, a
gentleman shops alone and for two, that’s romantic. Even when you see a man
gathering things in the feminine isle, he’s committed, or needs to be if he wants to use
them on himself. But when you have a man shopping alone, and he’s fully
concentrated on shopping, not who’s in there, that’s someone dedicated to the cause
of romance. When a man is going to this level of effort and not calling it an effort, he is
naturally involved in fulfilling the needs of his partner. I enjoy dining out and painting the
town every now and then.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Even when you are on a speaker or headset, the drop off is scary. Your awareness
suffers to levels that will almost make you want to park and drive. But then you would
have to worry about the person still talking that may mistake you as a moving vehicle
and run into the back of you while you’re parked. But hey, sometimes you have to push
the envelope and do what makes you feel good, and I will admit that I still talk on the
phone, even though I know the risk it entails. Dam that sounds bad and hypocritical, but
hey, I will never claim to be an angel, but know, I’m far from Satan or a demon. So on
my ride home, I’m listening to a classic rock station on my Sirrus component, and
singing like an American Idol reject contestant in the shower. I decide in my mind what
I want to do about the evening, and how I’m going to spend it. I blindly reach down for
my cell phone, scroll through the address book and call my better half to see where she
is this early evening. I’m tired, but with the music, the thought of her, a great meal and
chance of a evening to make great memories, a shot of adrenaline was partnering up
with my blood through my veins. As she told me of her day, and how she had cut her
appointments in half to fill the other half at the Day Spa, I stopped mentally singing as
she told me of the Brazilian Bikini Waxing she had gotten. I’m not inhaling the Cohiba
cigar a little bit slowly now, and blowing out the smoke in rings and shapes that would
boggle the mind. I tell her to finish up what she was doing, and meet me at my house
in about two hours, for a surprise and chance to show off the work of these expert
stylists. I then turn my car around, locate the nearest market in my mental GPS
navigation system, and increase my speed to go to my new location. As I seen the lit
sign of Whole Foods Market, I started to slow down and look for a place to park. I was
feeling a bit lucky, so I journeyed into the parking lot to take my chances. As I was being
careful to keep the five-mile and hour speed limit in this tight little space, the parking lot
Gods shined upon me. I’m halfway through singing the song, “Dream On” by
Aerosmith, and was perfectly placed to take the space of a car that had just finished
doing what I was about to do, go shopping for food. In my mind, I’m playing the Air
Guitar better than Jimi Hendrix, as I’m silently screaming to the skies in my convertible
like Steven Tyler. I shut the car off, readjusted my tie in the rear view mirror and
stepped out of my Benz like I was on a secret mission. In my walk, I’m gliding, not
sliding. I’m confident, not arrogant in my steps. As I get closer to the sliding doors of
the entrance, I then allow the many women and elderly to enter in front of me as I was
taught as a youth. The smell of rich natural fragrances, are competing with the aroma
of organically grown items, that totally release the endorphins in m brain. I’m feeling
good, tired, but feeling a bit better than expected. I grab a shopping cart, slowly swivel
my neck, take a deep breath and start thinking about the things that will describe my
taste for the evening. To my left, is the produce section. The right, a deli with items
that seem to never end. Ahead of me, isle of canned goods and at the end of my
vision, the meat department with naturally grown entrees, calling out my name. So
now I’m thinking about what I want, what I should prepare, purchase and what she
would like to eat for the evening. To make things plain and simple, I’m thinking
about what I am about to buy and cook for the evening. I’m thinking about, what’s for
dinner?
I think one of the few things that truly signify a couple in true secure love, is shopping
together. To me, when you shop together, push the basket and select a little more than
munchies and sodas together, that’s real love. Now when a man, excuse me, a
gentleman shops alone and for two, that’s romantic. Even when you see a man
gathering things in the feminine isle, he’s committed, or needs to be if he wants to use
them on himself. But when you have a man shopping alone, and he’s fully
concentrated on shopping, not who’s in there, that’s someone dedicated to the cause
of romance. When a man is going to this level of effort and not calling it an effort, he is
naturally involved in fulfilling the needs of his partner. I enjoy dining out and painting the
town every now and then.