Meet The Amazing Gummy Bear

A couple of weeks ago-ancient history in a blogosphere timeline it seems- I typed a tangent about “some hottie” I saw at my local library.

            I was wrong. Now here’s why.

            Since then, I met someone who warms my winter chills with just her words, for I know those expressions come from a loving and earnest place. Considering I have an anonymous identity here, the same goes for her. I will call her “Gummy Bear” considering that’s her favorite ice cream topping; that and she’s sweet.   

            Mere words do not adequately express how beautiful she is, both inside and out. I only know that she makes me happy. From our dates together and daily phone conversations, I’m glad to realize I do the same.

            So I write this, not to just emotionally recant that other blog entry, but because its need to be said how wonderful Gummy Bear is.

 She’s sweet and generous to everyone around her, even the mean customers that occasionally confront her at work- those who certainly do not deserve such kindness (she gives them the middle finger after they leave).

Gummy Bear’s concern for humanity as a whole and overall intelligence will make her a great social worker. Hell, it will make her a great anything. 

And she’s a reader. Ahhhhh. What a relief. I wish that was a common trait among most people, especially among college educated adults, but it is not. 

            She also keeps me in line but not in a nagging way. Gummy Bear balances me out. My close friends, on the other hand, just let me be even when I’m chasing William Shatner for an autograph on the Sana Monica freeway (just kidding, Captain). 

            And every time Gummy Bear smiles at me, it feels like I’m being hugged by a rainbow and kissed by a muffin.

            WHAAAAAAAAAT?

            The point is that I hope our relationship keeps on growing.

            Wish me luck.

Evidence We’re In Hell

 

            Evidence That We’re In Hell:

Psycho Cancer Strikes Again:  During this past week, America lost one of its great literary writers to lung cancer. That gifted man was John Updike, author of such classics as “Witches of Eastwick,” “The Rabbit is Rich,” “Couples,” and the underrated and underappreciated, “A Month of Sundays.”

Gamblers Love Psycho Cancer:  According to a recent survey I just read in the (Censored) Press,  47 percent of Atlantic City casino clientele think it’s “ok” to have smoking sections inside the casino facilities. According the article, a Minnesota resident said he would never go to the AC casinos if they banned smoking. Such is a sign of addiction.

Chocolate Canolis for Brains: Last Week, the Italian Prime Minister told reporters that Italian women were so dangerously beautiful that they need in armed guards to prevent them for being raped. The brain-fart comment was uttered during the same week that a brutal rape case had hit national headlines… IN ITALY?