hey sweetie -he says
hey yourself – i say
how are you?
i am fine, how ’bout you?
doing ok. Parents all good.
ehh the usual. thank God for them. and your family
doing good. we were together saturday.
that is nice to hear.
his breath deepens and his voice goes two octawes lower.
-so, what are you wearing? anything pretty?
-just a t-shirt and sweatpants. chilling at home you know.
he knows. but he is also disappointed although still hopeful about what will come next.
-what are you wearing?
-well i got this gorgeous lace teddy, and sweet pink bra. you should see how good i look in it.
-nice. you are all ready for your honey, i see.
-yeah, got my nails done, shaved my legs, put on my makeup. thanks for the lipgloss by the way. he almost eats my lips when i put it on.
i smile for this is what my friend does night after night. he comes home from work, takes of his manly clothes, takes a long shower, shaves his legs, lotions his body and puts on the most incredible and gorgeous lingerie for his lover.
sometimes he calls me to confirm who the better girl is. of course it is him hands down. i am always in my sweatpants, he is always in his silk panties and short catholic schoolgirl skirts.
he tells me of the new dresses he buys, the cuts that favor his bust, his dream to go shooting pool on those miniscule minis the girls sport on tv, with the love of his life by his side. the love of his life is also Alb. and married, who only “does” him for money.
he rarely mentions his current boyfriend, a fiery Mexican, who is very posessive and apparently madly in love with him. he is still thinking of the other one when he puts on the makeup and curls his eyelashes.
his one hangup is that he can not tweeze his eyebrows because his coworkers will finally get confirmation to their fears and doubts about him.
so here we are, having this surreal conversations about the difficulties of finding a fitting size 14 dress (we share a size but not body shape), dishing about men, real and imaginary. i am trying to understand how come he is a better woman than me, and he is trying to understand why men seem to flock to me but shy away from him.
such is the other side of the world.