Monday, June 5, 2017

My Life In Parts

I have been reading Bryan Cranston's book A Life In Parts.
Clever title for a memoir by an actor.
Little essays where he identifies his 'role' as son, farmhand, Walter White, etc. and tells a tale about being in that role.
     I have attempted the same here in this blog in a more indirect way. 'Gonna try it for a while to see how it feels. Instead of going 50-60 years back, I like to start where we (I) are/am/is now. You try it too...
If you gave a name to your "Role" at the present time what would it be? Be honest... I'll just wait a few minutes to let you collect your thoughts (but don't over-think it) ...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Okay, I'm back (each of those dots was a minute or second if you prefer).

I'll share first.
I will identify as "Boyfriend" at the present.
Sounds a bit strange even to me. (After all, I am 64 years old!!)
I have been in this role about 20 months and find it quite agreeable. K and I have our thing that takes place every weekend cue John Mayer and it is pretty great. We are in total agreement on that.
I still have the smaller and just as important roles going like father, piano technician, church-goer, companion to a pair of dogs, grass farmer, and so on...  but I promised a tale related to the role...

This one goes back to our early days dating. When we first met, we were both in the final stages of divorce from long marriages, pretty new to living single, feeling out of touch with the dating scene, but interested in companionship of the opposite sex.
First date had us at a minor league baseball game, the first either of us had attended. We were with a group from a social club I belonged to, there were about 30 of us sitting together. I took some ribbing from someone because I was sitting in the middle of 4 lovely ladies (besides my date). The comment was something like "There's Cubil, surrounded by his harem". Sparking a nervous ha-ha from me, a strange look from my date.

 Fast forward to the middle of the game. We were having a bite of ballpark food, in this case a stuffed potato and had full mouths of the delicious BBQ, when the kiss-cam decided to focus on us. My friends started with the chant: kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss! K was oblivious to what was going on, but very focused on her potato. I got her to look up and see we were on the big screen and explained it won't stop until we kiss. She smiled and we took our first kiss with mouths full of barbecue in front of a crowd of hundreds that night, and broke the ice.
I do remember the Skeeters lost to a team from a town I had never heard of. sad. But it was the start of a beautiful relationship that prompts me to identify as Boyfriend. 
Oh, feel free to share your current (or favorite from the past) role in the comments section.