My First Date

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Oh. My. Goddess. I have gained 15 pounds since I’ve returned to the USA from Costa Rica. I either have to go back on the keto diet, or I have to buy bigger pants.

But let’s not talk about that. (Classic avoidance.)

Let’s talk about my first date, ever. Because, why not?

I was 17 and I was selling movie tickets from a little glass booth that protruded out onto the sidewalk. A man paused as he was walking by.

theater cashier

SORRY, BUB, CASH ONLY. THIS WAS THE SEVENTIES.

I don’t remember his name, all these years later, but let’s call him Pete. He was probably in his twenties or thirties, and fancifully dressed in magenta velvet coat with white fur trim, and a jaunty fedora.

Pete asked me what time I got off work. I got off at ten p.m., and we agreed he’d meet me back at the movie theater at ten, and he’d take me out for coffee (so grown up!)

The doorman was the only other one still working at that hour, as he had to work past the end of the last screening and clean and lock the place up.

His name was Jim (I do remember that), and he was horrified that I was letting this guy pick me up so late.

Jim tried to talk me out of going, but I naively said, “Hey! It’s just coffee. Be cool, man.” (It was the seventies.)

Jim made me agree to come back to the theater before he closed up, so he could be sure I was okay.

Pete picked me up, and we went down into the subway to stay warm. There was no coffee.

That was when Pete gave me my first kiss. Awww.

I remember thinking, “What is all this fuss about kissing? This is doing nothing for me.” Very disappointing.

I kept looking at my watch over his shoulder to make sure I got back to the theater on time, so Jim didn’t have a cow. (It was the seventies.)

Pete got my phone number, and walked me back to the theater.

Jim was relieved, and I was still confused about his concern.

The next day in high school, I told my girlfriends, who were much more worldly than I, about my date with Pete.

They said, “Oh, Pete the Pimp? I don’t think you should go out with him again.”

Oh, well, that’s probably a valid point.

When Pete called a couple of days later to ask me out, I told him I didn’t want to see him again. (I was much more blunt in my youth.)

Pete asked’ “Is it your parents? You can sneak out to meet me!”

I laughed, “No, my parents don’t care!” No wonder I’d been confused by Jim’s concern. I hadn’t experienced anyone being concerned about me before.

Pete went away without a fuss.

It would be another year or more before I was kissed again. The next time, I could understand the fuss a little better, thank goddess.

Stay tuned…

 

 

The Clean House Diet

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I went on my first diet 40 years ago when I was 15. It was the grapefruit diet, and to this day, I can’t taste grapefruit without it turning my stomach. Since then, there’s been Atkins, Pritikin, several rounds with Weight Watcher’s, OA, Weight Loss Clinic, LA Weight Loss, Seattle Sutton’s, and Jenny Craig. They were all successful. I lost hundreds of pounds. And gained it all back. I finally realized that diets don’t work long-term. Long-term change requires a change in life-style, and a constant vigilance to maintain new habits.

And so it is with house cleaning. I always thought that I could do one big purge and things would stay in order. And they do, for a little while. But I fall back into my old ways of shopping too much, and collecting too many pretty things, and never finding a home for them in my house. I procrastinate putting things away after using them. I buy another (insert item here) when I can’t find the one (or two, or three) I already have, because the clutter has grown too deep.

I have gotten rid of 118 boxes, bags and pieces of furniture, and the house is still cluttered and a smidge messy, especially between my BFF “T”s cleaning days. So, as I haul more things off to the Goodwill, I must remind myself not to shop to fill up the newly empty spaces. I need to put the clean laundry away, and straighten out the dresser drawers as I do. I have to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, not just on the counter. I am changing my life-style, not just cleaning my house. That takes a lot of little changes. New habits to be practiced day after day after day. I can do this. I AM doing this.

Just, please, please, keep me away from grapefruits.

Stay tuned…