Romantics

September 8, 2012

I know a lot of people who are not romantics….but I AM one……

I don’t know if the condition is genetic, environmental, or what….I attribute it to my childhood and the great influence  of my Grand  Aunt Mary…who instilled in me the love for small creatures in the forest…with her magical Treasure Hunts at Forest Lodge…in the summers  of my youth….

and to her I am eternally grateful….though I might view Life totally different from many a person…it is quite wonderful for me….as you NEVER know when this  feeling will sweep over you as you lie on the beach of Life with the tide crashing in….

I was at my favorite reading spot on the Promenade in Santa Monica –

overlooking the Pacific Ocaen –

2 weeks ago – sitting on one of the many benches that  are dontated for people passed (dead)……reading the NY Times…

..it was probably 10 AM….the sun was still in the East…so I was surrounded by shade, joggers, Yoga parties, kids in strollers…boxing classes…..with this panoramic view from Rolling Hills in the South to Malibu in the North….and immediately to the South was the Fabulous Santa Monica Ferris Wheel … rotating…..

As I was reading I noticed out of the corner of my eye…this cyclist walk up with his bike guided in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other….

he looked to be in his late 30’s…attractive not particularly handsome or pretty…Germanic…with a defined nose….and a stern face…..he sat down and read the LA Times….

then some older man…probably my age came up and sat down on the bench between us…which sort of pissed me off…….

there was no direct eye contact between us as we were both wearing the LA veil of dark glasses….but there WAS a magnetism I FELT….which might have been imagined….but I like to  think not…

Today I awoke early as usual ….had a long list of things to do.. Dry Cleaners, Home Depot for LED spotlights…….

then thought what the Hell …I am going to soak in the luxury of the beach…so motored out at 8:30…

I DO so love the early mornings…well actually just around sunrise is the start of a perfect day for me…..(I never understand WHY people sleep late…)

I went to my favorite bench which is dedicated to Michael somebody …..who lived only some 20 years….the bench was donated by his family and friends……(sigh)…and in this particular area there are 3 benches overlooking the  Ocean…..

It was one of the nicest days I have experienced…no clouds…azure sky…..in the low 70’s …..

The biker showed up…..sat on the far bench…with his cup of coffee…and his LA Times…..and then again another old man sat on the bench  between us…..

behind us was a guy and a girl doing these yoga (?) poses (sp?) as they were being filmed by their instructor…..where she would lie like a plank on his  skyward  raised feet….

the doofus on the bench next to me got up and left…the cyclist after  stretching out on the railing in front of me…came back and sat on the bench next to me…he never looked at me directly ….and then went to the lawn behind as the yoga people left…and started to do  his stretches…..

I went back to reading the article about the DNC….politics begins to bore me …after I get the gist of where they all lead…..

then he cycled off…

and I thought….it is SOO NICE NOT knowing someone…I mean the fantasies are usually so much better than the sweaty Realities……and the baggage they entail……

I will RETURN next weekend…and should he be there I will speak to him….but I definitely do not want anything more than a story, and  a shared laugh……as after 7 lovers….

but then again…dear Aunt Mary always told me you never know what  treasure you might  find around the next pachysandra  bend…….(sigh!!)

One Response to “Romantics”

  1. Gray G. James said

    Rob – this just past summer we passed by the Santa Monica beach promenade you reference, and found it delightful. I had never spent much time in that part of SoCal so it was a treat. All the people and their interactions and avoidance make for interesting times. Nice account of your morning there. Cheers,
    Gray

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