Mr. Delicious Chapter 2

That’s me on the left with my best friend Sandy. 1978

Mr. Delicious Lives With Me

( Read Chapter One HERE)

Chapter Two

We Dated

After a few good trips to the lips, we drove back down the mountain to the real world. You might say we were physically off the mountain but I still had my head in the clouds. We’d had a really good first date and it seems as though I had survived the exchange of passion. Well almost unaffected you could say but it had left me with a taste for more.

All my outfits were planned for the next couple of hundred dates. Sandy was amused as I was suddenly aware of every pimple and mole that flawed my size 7 body.  Would the phone ring again or would I be left to suffer for the rest of my life. Sandy remarked that I probably didn’t have long to live.

Life went on for a few days and somehow I managed not to set the flight line on fire or crash any planes. The jobsite was riddled with all kinds of dangers. You have to be careful where you walk or you could end up a spec of dust strewn across three states and two continents. We had seen the safety briefings on things that got sucked in to the intake of a jet.

I was lovesick in the worst way. I was certainly paying better attention to clean teeth and other such hygiene. You just never know where there might be some sort of chance meeting. I wasn’t going to be caught at the baseball field again unprepared.

But the days turned in to a week and no call. Some irritating guy called later that week and out of desperation I agreed to go out with him. Poor thing. My heart was already taken. Come to think of it his life is probably hugely more successful cause we never went out. Mr. Delicious called me that same day and I blazed a trail to his side. I could not have Mr. D’s children without Mr. D.

We were two poor people who took advantage of eating at the chow hall for most meals. This was our date routine. Steak night was our favorite. But you know, Mr. D is a jealous sort of person. I would never figure that as he is much more confident than I. The first I heard of it was after about the 5^th date to the chow hall and he sat me facing the wall.

Why the heck would he insist I sit facing a wall and he facing the window? I learned it’s cause I’m so dang outgoing. I would talk to everyone who came by. I guess if you live on a base with mostly guys then most of your friends are guys. It wasn’t bothering me any. Evidentially, it bothered MrD. We got in our first fight over it. He won. He always wins right? I mean, when does the woman really win?

Our dating was nothing ordinary. I worked the 3-11 shift and he the 8-5. He stayed up till I got off at 11 and we’d exchange pleasantries until about 3am when he’d nod off and drop me off at my dorm. I was always thankful he made it safely home. No one drives well while snoring.

I worked hard in the blazing sun and high temps. I came home dirty, tired, no make-up, stinky, covered in jet fuel, hydraulic fuel, grease, desert grime, and just plain messed slap up. He worked in the hospital! He wore whites, was always clean, smelled heavenly, never had bugs in his teeth, and was cool-calm-and collected. We were opposites. We adored each other.

The Williams Air Force Base women’s softball team traveled to other states and we played professional women’s teams from other cities and other branches of the service. My commander had assigned me this duty after seeing how well I could pitch. He allowed me to have time off my job to practice and attend games. It was a very good life. I did not mind the job or the play. Both were taken seriously.

We were hard to beat and I pitched many a no hitter. It was really cause we had a wicked infield. And nothing got past the outfield. I couldn’t take MrD with me on those trips but it just made our passion grow stronger. He didn’t mind my athletic ability. He came to some of the games and I showed him off. He was an excellent short stop for the hospital team and I was nuts about his physique in those ball pants. So we pretty much admired each other’s ability to play ball or more importantly what we looked like as pitcher and short stop.

When we first starting dating, he was seeing some hussy who will remain nameless as I still don’t like her.  She was cute and really more like him than I. But she wanted to be courted and I wanted to be with his heart. I won cause she was stuck up and I looked better in a ball uniform. She didn’t even play. I bet she’s not even living any more cause hard times probably caught up with her. I bet she lost her will to live after MrD was gone. I don’t care.

In the heat of the moment, we decided to take a trip to the Verde River and camp. I could not believe my good luck. Yes, it was not really that right for us to go off alone on a camping trip and not married.  At that time, I was after him and he me and we didn’t care what anyone thought. We had both had a very hard childhood and both sets of parents were 3,000 miles away. My father wanted me to get married at 15. He said all women need to be barefoot and pregnant by the time they are 16.

So we camped up by the Verde River and a good time was had by all. He wore a fraternity shirt that was well worn and so attractive. He went to college and sowed his oats long before I met him. He and I weren’t sowing oats, we were preparing the soul. By the time we marveled at the chilly water and fought off the skeeters, I was wearing that shirt.

And one day not too long after that—–we went to The Grand Canyon to camp and boy was it grand. Stay tuned!

How To Write a Valentine Letter

This is a Pardon Me Lily and she really has no need to be apologetic. She would make a fine Valentine and cause her lover’s heart to skip a beat.

Let’s study the anatomy of a Valentine Letter because that is precisely how my English teacher started her class on February 1st every year. She did it with all her classes and most students looked forward to it. We had no clue how to communicate love or feelings. We, meaning the girls, took this seriously to task. The boys all groaned and agonized over it preferring that we girls state our affection towards them in the way we dressed and flirted. They did not want to mess with a letter.

You would think that a love letter should describe the other person’s good looks. You would be wrong. Instead, you write about how excellently you will love that person. Example:

The Right Way——-

Dear ?,

Will you be dining alone on Valentine’s Day? When I dine alone my thoughts turn to you. Being with you allows me to have faith that tomorrow will be sunny even if there is rain. Food taste better and nourishes a hunger in my soul when you are present.  Thinking of being with you when I am not is more than I can bear.

A Shelby Mustang is a rare and beautiful creature but has no equal to your beauty. She has leather bucket seats that mold to my body like a glove but holds no match to the comfort of your arms.

Tomorrow I shall have chocolate pudding and savor every bite all the while wishing for your sweet kisses. The gumdrops, chocolate morsels, and taffy tarts will be so tempting and yet it is you that tempt me most.

Will you be thinking of me? Knowing you are with me even when the distance is so great makes my heart sing. Can you tell me how we’ll manage if we do not meet this Valentine’s?

++++++++Add to this all the personal feelings both physical and emotional that draw you to this person. Don’t use the I pronoun too much.

Devoted and affectionally,

Booger Brain

Do not write this:

Dear Huggiepoo Walrus Butt,

Life stinks if you aren’t there to get me a drink. You are pretty. You are good looking. You are wonderful. You are the best. I am glad I met you. How are you today? Are you ok without me? Your car runs good. Your hair always looks good. You impress me with your ability to find a good bargain.

Your idiot,

Barf Breath

Which letter sounds better? Don’t be funny unless it is very endearing.  If you are going to say she/he is pretty/handsome then word it like this…….That thing you do with your hair gives me feelings I didn’t know existed. Your smile sends my engine in to higher rpm’s. Guys it’s ok if you use car parts here and girls it’s really ok if you use food here. Like…..Honey your cam is timed just right. Sweetie you are more delicious than the last lollipop that crossed my lips. Get creative here. They’ll come to dinner ready to devour your every word

Ok–get busy. No reason that anyone can not write a love letter . You can do this. Everybody has car parts and loves food. Just write like you were enjoying either one and love will happen.

Meeting Mr. Delicious Chapter 1

Below is a picture of me in 1975. You can compare what I looked like at 16 with what I look like now. I think my nose stayed the same. My parents signed for me to go in to the Air Force when I was 16 and completed basic training at 17. I was happy to get out of a small town and start over. This is a journey in my life based on truth with some fun added for interest. The story spans 30 years of growth between two interesting and adventerous personalities. You will travel from coast to coast and North to South. At 50 years old, life feels comfortable and accomplished. Come go with me and see where I’ve been and how my life has changed.

Mr. Delicious Lives With Me

Chapter 1

Meeting Mr. Delicious

It is extremely hot in Arizona and you wear the least you can to live in it. In 1977, they were having a horrible bout of dust storms and blazing hot heat. Wind storms roll across the desert at fast speeds picking up sand and debris as it goes. The city of Phoenix sits down in a valley and is victim to these blinding events. Looking way out over the desert, you can see the wall of dust coming. It’s frightening if you don’t know what’s going to happen when it arrives. It’s also frightening if you have no where to hide from it. This is the kind of day that welcomed me to Williams Air Force Base on the outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona.