Friday, September 4, 2009

An Open "Parable"........ two of my Favorite Peoples, who, although I Know they've had extensive firearms training, can't seem to pull the trigger.......even though it's quite evident that they Love each other.........

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He asks her out to a movie: she accepts: they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again, they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?” And then there is silence in the car.

To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself:
Geez, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want or isn’t sure of.

And Roger is thinking; Gosh, six months.

And Elaine is thinking: but hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward…. I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking; So, that means it was….let’s see.. February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means.. let me check the odometer..Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed, even before I sensed it, that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that’s it. That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He’s afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I’m going to have them look at the transmission again. I don’t care what those morons say, it’s still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It’s 87 degrees and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600. ….

And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry. And I don’t blame him. I’d be angry too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel. I’m just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They’ll probably say it’s only a 90-day warranty..scumballs.

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I’ll give them a warranty. I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their……

“Roger,” Elaine says aloud.

What? says Roger, startled.

Please don’t torture yourself like this, she says, here eyes beginning to brim with tears, “Maybe I should never have…Oh God, I feel so.. (she breaks down, sobbing.)

“What?” says Roger.

“I’m such a fool,” Elaine sobs. “I mean, I know there’s no knight. I really know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” says Roger.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?” Elaine says.

“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that.. it’s that I.. I need some time,” Elaine says.

There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.


Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand. “Oh Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Roger.

“That way about time,” says Elaine.

“Oh”, says Roger. “Yes.”

Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.

“Thank you Roger,” she says.

“Thank you” says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn.

When Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turn on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand that, and so, he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s will pause just before serving, frown, and say, “Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”

And that’s the difference between men and women.

So.......Just Get Friggin' Married Already !!!
Dragn and I need a road trip, and Chicago is always fun.......

*NOTE: No former or current Federal Officers were injured or embarassed during the posting of this parable*



G-Lady said...

Very nice and so very true........if only it were that easy. Thanks for the enlightenment - and perhaps one Federal Agent was embarrassed in the posting of this parable. Unfortunately time has run out - I can't wait for him to figure out his life, but hey, it was a good run overall. :)

ΛΕΟΝΙΔΑΣ said...

Pretty freakin' deep! Reminds one of a similar situation between two county level sheriffs cops after several months of "involvement". He lives on a sailboat and dreams of sailing off into the sunset with her. She is really into horses, gets terribly seasick and lives in Antelope Valley. One day she invites him out to the "ranch" for some "bliss". After breakfast she advises him she wants to show him her new thorough bred horse. They proceed to the corral and he looks at the magnificent animal and in all seriousness exclaims: "Looks like about 400 cans of dog food". You know the end of that story.

Howlsatmoon said... "can" be a run for the rest of your Life.....srsly, I Know the Man, and he's Good....give it one more shot....but ONLY if a ring is involved......
ΛΕΟΝΙΔΑΣ.....As you well know, though you won't take credit, a certain retired "Deputy", gave me some sage advice back when this blog was just a "work it out" sort of thing......"You'll find Her", I think you said.....

Thank you, I did......

Anonymous said...

A man continuously "trying to figure his life out" is often involved with another woman. Your friend is wisely following her "gut" and is likely saving herself future misery. Respectful thought...perhaps support her in a tough decision? P.S. Your blog is golden.

Howlsatmoon said...

Anon, and respectfully back, my instinct tells me that both you and I know the one "trying to figure his life out" took me a coule of heartbreaks to figure my life out.....

Love, in whatever form, burns eternal....and yup, i'm here to support any friend....thanks!