The one dessert Max doesn’t like is humble pie and he was eating a large slice of it that night after we left La Casa de Scorpion.
As we were driven home, he said, “I really called that one wrong. How can I not like Scorpion? He’s congenial, modest for one so wealthy, is an excellent artist, accomplished chef and keeps a great wine cellar. What’s not to like?”
I have to hand it to Max. When he’s wrong he admits it.
He continued, “But I still can’t get over the earplugs.”
I chuckled. “Darling, nobody’s perfect, except you, of course.”
The truth, Dear Journal, is that Scorpion turns me on. Yes, yes, I know. I’m almost 70 and he’s in his mid 20’s.
At home while we were having a brandy nightcap, Max asked, “Am I really such a stuffed shirt? Do I judge people before I know them?” He swirled the brandy in the crystal glass. He sighed. “He’s young, good looking, has talent and doesn’t have to work, yet he does. Maybe I’m just jealous.”
I said, “I don’t think you have to be jealous. He admires you. He said so at dinner. He knows your reputation and wanted to impress you.”
“Good point. I don’t think about the career as an accomplishment. It’s just what we did.”
“Max, I think you have to give yourself a pat on the back. Scorpion is a young man who wanted to impress us. We should be flattered.”
He poured himself another brandy. “One thing that bothers me about him is all those tattoos! I have one and that’s it. No more!”
“And it looks very sexy on you,” I said, winking. But I had a secret.
The truth, Dear Journal, is that Scorpion turns me on. Yes, yes, I know. I’m almost 70 and he’s in his mid 20’s. I’m happily married. Still, the heart has no brain. It just feels. And Scorpion makes me shiver and tingle where I shouldn’t.
I chewed on this for several days and decided I needed Aunt Daisy’s help fast to put some sense into me.
I wrote anonymously to her advice column, “Shootin’ from The Hip.”
Dear Aunt Daisy,
Call me a woman of mature years and happily married to a wonderful man. But I’m tempted by eye candy 1 / 3 my age. I’m not pursuing it but I’m surprised I’m even thinking about it. Am I a “Fallen Woman?”
Signed – Shaken
Askin’ me for advice about datin’ younger men is like askin’ a car dealer if you need a new car. Now, if you weren’t happily married, I’d say lasso in that eye candy and go for it. There’s nothin’ wrong with a woman discoverin’ she’s still got her juices flowin’ at any age. But since you are happily married, pass on the dessert tray and go for a healthy meal. Remember – a moment on the lips, forever on the hips. Ask yourself if Mr. Eye Candy reminds you of your husband at his age. Try a little romantic getaway with that man of yours!”
Aunt Daisy was right! Scorpion does remind me of Max at his age. Oh, of course without the tattoos, earplugs and shaved head, but the enthusiasm for his work and for life is the same. Max was like him at his age and still is, only a bit slower. Humble pie has no calories. Maybe I’ll have a slice, too.
Hmmmmmm………… can I get Max to the beach for a few days??? I could tell him it’s a wonderful opportunity to show off his one well-positioned tattoo.
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