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à trout Ladies, is the rival for your husband's affection a tanned, long-legged beauty with impossibly golden hair and kohl-rimmed eyes? If you're anywhere near my age, I'll bet that's the last thing on his mind, or if not his mind, at least his probabilities.. I know men who, on reaching a mature status, are la la over an inanimate club and little white ball. And there are whole herds of white haired boys who rev up their motors over spectator sports and can't see their wives for the suited up figures running in their retinas.. But my husbands Significant Other II is a sylph-like creature in a clinging dress of many colors. With knowing eyes, a saucy flip to her tail and a comehither attitude, she brings him from his bed at dawn, seduces him at midnight and fill his head with dreams and yearnings. Sexy Suzie the Riverside Floozie is variously a strident steelhead, a shy brown, a radiant rainbow and in the fall, a sultry salmon. She consumes his every brain wave, waking or sleeping.He charts his course to her heart with the intensity of Henry the Navigator. |
Wearing his courting clothes, a vintage flannel shirt and jeans of such deterioration they would gladden the heart of a teenager, a baseball cap never advertised in L. L. Bean and his signature allure - the captivating waders - he patrols the river bank, seeking the wanton fish. | ||
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| Not rain or snow or family
reunions or stockholders meetings or death or taxes or even yard sales. He will be there,
lurking in the shadows like a young Romeo when she comes. She isn't even a constant lover. She spurns his offerings. Coyly nibbles and spits back his bait. Shrugs her shoulders at him for entire weeks. And still, he has faith that she will fall for his advances, hook line and sinker, as it were So, some cloudy day where fish rendezvous under logs and in deep dark holes, he may find her waiting for him. And if you see them gliding gaily down the river, her with her coral stripe, him with his white hair flowing out behind, tell him, please, for me, that the lawn needs mowing. |
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