Sunday, June 12, 2005

This Will Make You Dizzy

Mrs. Linklater is in Dallas for work.  But she is staying with an old boyfriend [emphasis on "friend"] instead of the Hotel Za Za, because she no longer needs themed hotel rooms, restaurants that look like bordellos, and goodlooking guys running around in black t-shirts to make a production trip exciting. Hot tea, a little lemon, some Splenda and she's good to go.

Mrs. Linklater met the old boyfriend forty years ago. They were hooked up by a computer dating service that was only for college graduates. Yes there were computers back then.  And computer dating.  Mrs. Linklater thinks she might have been the very first recorded computer date in history, but she's not going to press it.

Last night the old boyfriend she is staying with, the one she met via computer in the last century, had a previous engagement.  It was a date with a woman who had invited him to a party, shortly before Mrs. Linklater invited herself to visit him during her trip. She is sure that this woman, who would like to make Mrs. Linklater's old boyfriend a new boyfriend, has no idea that Mrs. L, an old girlfriend, is hanging around the house. This fact was pointed out to the old boyfriend, who is now so old it doesn't matter to him.

Meanwhile, that left Mrs. Linklater with a space on her dance card. So she spent the evening with the old boyfriend's ex-wife who, as it turns out, has the same first name as Mrs. L, the ex-girlfriend. Along with the same hairdo and same hair color [L'Oreal Preference Golden Blond, if you must know]. They met years ago when the ex-wife was still married to the old boyfriend. She and Mrs. L, the ex-girlfriend, hit it off like sisters.  

Is this a heartwarming little story or what?  Meanwhile the old boyfriend wants Mrs. L to write about the wonderful meals he is preparing.  They taste good.

Okay, we're done here.

 

15 comments:

onestrangecat said...

sounds a little like a soap opera.  lol

kathy

salemslot9 said...

What's for dessert? :)

sunnyside46 said...

how civil of all of you...
Marti

billierwilson said...

wow, how was the rest of your trip? haha
Billie

swibirun said...

Ok, that was hilarious wording.  You crack me up, Ms. L!
Glad you are having a good trip!
Chris
http://journals.aol.com/swibirun/Inanethoughtsandinsaneramblings
http://journals.aol.com/swibirun/MyJournalJarSaturdaySixetcanswer

shaz19743 said...

L'OREAL.......your definalty worth it !
You could write for one of those daytime soaps ....hmm what would you call it ?

suzypwr said...

Well, good looking guys in black t-shirts do improve my trips, lol.
Old boyfriends can be a lot of fun, for sure!

xoxo

judithheartsong said...

oh Gawd you are delightful. :):):) judi

olddog299 said...

You are an evil woman, Mrs. L.

:)

bosoxblue6993w said...

holy rolling cats!    your life sounds like a soap opera

belfastcowboy75 said...

"They taste good"? Why does the male get the short shrift again?

jevanslink said...

Tough crowd.  Actually i think guys get more credit boiling water that women do making Beef Wellington.  But the old boyfriend made a fabulous pork tenderloin with fresh vegetables, sliced and diced 'em himself, with a side of white rice and a tasty sauce. We had a fabulous poached chiekn salad Satruday night.  Wonderful homemade raspberry dressing.  His breakfasts were out of this world -- a vegetable omelet with dill.  A wonderful Belgian waffle with a tasty strawberry cream he whipped up from frozen berries. Even his jams are nice -- French and delicious.  No, he's not gay.  Mrs. L

jevanslink said...

The salad was Sunday night.  I was hanging with his ex on Saturday night.

shaz19743 said...

This guy can cook up a storm and no doubt ! My mouths watering at the belgian waffleness of it all !
Are you sure he doesnt have a deep seated interest in soft furnishings and a fierce love of show tunes ? lol

robbush6 said...

I am dizzy. Or was it ditzy? Something like that. Nothing draws two women closer than the mutual dislike of the same man.

Is he, the old boyfriend reading this now? I thought so. Meals. What an ego.