The 75th Kiss

She was a little in awe of Michael and uncertain what she should do next. She wondered how much experience he'd had. Could she hope for kisses...or more than that?
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"
PHOTO: Manly Beach
Taken Nov. 16, 2006

Did you know there is a 'Manly Beach' in Australia. Yes, I have been there (back in November 2006). I wonder how or why they came up with that name. After some online investigation I learned that Manly is an actual suburb of northern Sydney. Manly was named by Captain Arthur Phillip for the indigenous people living there, "their confidence and manly behaviour made me give the name of Manly Cove to this place". These men were of the Kay-ye-my clan (of the Guringai people). With this new insight I just remembered a rather 'manly' joke.

My dear friend, Kay Strauss, from Minnesota sent me this joke via an e-mail and it made me laugh a bit. I decided to post it here on my BLOG today. I hope you enjoy it, too.

On his 75th birthday, a man received a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on a nearby reservation. The medicine man was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction.

After being persuaded, he drove to the reservation, handed his ticket to the medicine man, all the time wondering what was to come.

The old medicine man slowly and methodically produced a potion, which he handed to the 75 year-old.

With a grip on his shoulder, the medicine man warned, "This is powerful medicine and it must be respected. You take only a teaspoonful and then say '1-2-3'. When you do that, you will become manlier than you have ever been in your life and you will be able to perform as long as you want."

The old man was encouraged. As he walked away, he turned and asked, "How do I stop the medicine from working?"

"Your partner must say '1-2-3-4,'" the medicine man responded. "But when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon."

The old man was very eager to see if the potion worked, so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom.

When she came in, he took off his clothes and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, he was the manliest of men. His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes… And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?"

And that, boys and girls, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition – or one will end up with a dangling participle!

Twenty-five years ago today:
July 25, 1984
Wednesday

Another dull training day ‘bites the dust’. I can hear the 1980 song by ‘Queen’ now.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=another+one+bites+the+dust%2C+queen&qs=n&docid=941232161367&mid=50BF09170388AC2CA6B050BF09170388AC2CA6B0&FORM=VIVR22#

I had lunch all by my lonesome once again. This time I ate at 'SAX Steaks' across the street from MACY’s. It was fun walking around The City. There’s just so many more people around compared to boring Downtown Oakland.

After work I remained in The City and went to Grodins and bought a new tie and two pairs of pants that I had noticed earlier in the day (during lunch).

My work mornings tend to drag on...but after lunch (2PM) the day goes by so fast. It’s great. I would prefer a 1PM lunch. I still wonder how vacation time will be worked out in this new office.
I thought silently, "Oh shit, Chris will most likely NOT get his leave of absence approved".
I will worry about it once my training has been completed (I guess).

I saw some tall blond chick on the BART train that I recognized from a few times before. Then I saw her again on Bay Farm Island walking. She has such ‘white’ legs, but she’s kind of cute.

I also saw Birda, the avid cyclist. Ironically, she lives right across my courtyard in the Islandia Townhomes vicinity. She is nice, but she’s divorced and has an eight year old son and a five year old daughter (both of whom she has on weekends). Give me a break!
“I’ll drop by your house tomorrow before I go biking to see if you want to go ride,” Birda said.
“Okay, that’ll be great,” I replied.
I just don’t think I want any involvement with a divorcee.

PHOTO: circa 1984-Birda
I am supposed to see Helen Wong tomorrow because we made a deal to watch ‘The Good Earth’ movie together. If she does not call me tonight to confirm I am just going to forget about it.

I need to call Karyn Kossoff now to let her down softly about not going to San Bruno this Friday night. Of course, she was not at home again. I left a message on her recorder.

I decided to telephone Chris Cordellos at that married couple’s house. As luck would have it Chris was not there. I left word for Chris to call back with the dude that answered the phone.

I decided to telephone Danny Garcia. I spoke with Mary, his roommate, for a while. Then Danny took the phone and we talked for a while.
“I just don’t feel comfortable going to gay places,” I confessed to Danny in my own homophobic way.
I could hear Danny shrug with a very negative attitude towards me. He is such a “goob”.

While speaking to Danny I had a ‘call waiting’ interrupt from Karyn Kossoff. I ended up talking with Karyn until way passed 11PM. I decided to go to the little party in San Bruno after all. Karyn is sweet and I do have such fun with her.
“Oh you know what…I heard on the radio or somewhere that some lady kept a list of every man she kissed and number 75 was the one she married,” Karyn said.
We laughed.
I wondered what number I would be if/when I kiss Karyn.