The Gray Areas in My Life Named Gary
The name "Gary" has come and gone in my life from the youngest that I remember (cousin Gary) to a man whose "profile" I read today on line.Hero-worship could be used to describe cousin Gary. He was from Chicago and I from the tiny farm-community of Hartford. Cousins - city mouse and country mouse. He loved bowling, did a brief stint in the service during the Viet Nam era, married a lovely, enthusiastic girl and was established in a church. Yup - his life-style was something to emulate.
The second Gary in my life became my brother-in-law. He was younger, athletic, and talented and became a school teacher. He married a lovely, enthusiastic girl as well and their family was established in a church. They escaped the farm...and as ex-husbands and their families go, we never really were good friends like his wife and I had become.
Enter Gary number three - instant rapport Gary; sang duets Gary; danced slow dances Gary; exchanged massages Gary; enjoyed naturist days together Gary; loved and lost Gary.
Gary number four became a loving friend whom I've known now for almost 15 years. We laugh a lot. Watch movies, visit naturist parks, and hug endlessly. He teases me, but in doing so makes me NOT take myself so seriously. His Scorpio nature and mine have made a lasting connection.
There was a few months I dated a man from Gary, Indiana, but I'm not counting that as one of the Garys in my life.
The fifth Gary was my boss for two years and we were able to talk on a personal basis because of us being in the same age bracket. Where others thought him austere and unreachable, I know him as a man of integrity that I appreciate.
Ah, Gary number six was a blind date. He spoke very highly of himself and early on I knew it would be a brief encounter. Pity - I really thought him interesting.
So, today, I met Gary number seven (on paper). "Three" wasn't the charm; I thought perhaps "seven" would be lucky. I've never been so enrapt with a person's writing -- his explanations of himself seem totally familiar and warm. It was almost scary because I saw so much of me in his (also Scorpio) words. As yet, it did not go beyond two e-mails. What a joyful ride it was!
All have been fleeting gray areas in my life (I say this of my cousin because I so rarely saw or now see him) that have made impressions never-the-less.
posted by Shirley @ Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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