She is beautiful, no doubt. Lovely curves, sweet voice, exotic-looking but in a classical sense. Eye-catching, really. So much so that people were surprised I was with her. But it is over. I ended it today. And I don’t feel as bad as I thought I would. It was a lot of fun while it lasted, but really should have been a May to September romance. She loves the sunshine, and looks fabulous in it. But she doesn’t do well in the cold and she hates the snow. And she is needy. With her it is always something, and I always wind up spending more than I know I should. Not that she wasn’t well cared-for, because she was. And she was beautiful to be with, a hell of a ride. But I had to know she would be there for me, when I most needed her. And that, she never seemed to be.
So it’s over.
I went out today and met a nice American with girl-next-door beauty that felt wonderful in my hands. She has an impeccable reputation for loyalty and for being there when the chips are down. And if she is anything like others in her family that I knew, she doesn’t mind the snow one bit. I am not her first, but she isn’t mine either. So I said yes. We are seeing each other again on Monday, and it’s pretty serious.
So I will trade in the 2002 BMW 325i for the 2007 Buick Lucerne, and not look back. I will be in a Buick sedan, like I have been for 20+ years, present flirtation notwithstanding. And that, it seems, is where I should be.