Wolfman

Today the custodian and I went to lunch for catfish po-boys. Eating with him is an experience as he smacks at an alarming rate when he is enjoying what he’s eating. Sometimes his smacking is soft and low, like a nursing infant. Today the decibels of his smacking reached new heights. I like introducing him to exotic foods- like carrot cake. It amazes me what all he’s never heard of, much less eaten. Monday I brought a white chocolate raspberry cake to work. He wouldn’t eat it because it sounded funny. After I cut a piece and handed it to him anyway (my standard behavior) he not only ate it, but ate two pieces. I’ve introduced him to sushi, tater tot casserole, and a food he swears will never cross his lips again- potato bread. This from a man who eats chitterlings and coon.

Since I had no appointments and no meetings today, I looked like a fat bum. I let my hair frizz and wore very little makeup and frumpy clothes. Why bother? While we were at lunch, my newly launched ‘interest’ showed up. He’s a guy that has done a strange thing to get my attention- he knocked on my cubicle wall then ducked. That’s funny to me, since we’re both in our 30’s. I haven’t had a man pull the ‘knock and duck’ trick since those men were boys hiding behind doors. It’s one of those things that’s adorable now but that I will find extremely annoying after we’ve been dating for 2 weeks. Ok. 2 days.

This is the hairiest guy I’ve ever been attracted to. Not only does he have a thick head of dark hair, but he’s got extra hair on his arms and is close to having a uni-brow. I’ve not gone out with a full head of hair in over 15 years. And I’m not sure how smart he is. I mean, he has a job that requires you to be kind of smart, but he’s also sort of goofy. I’m not sure yet if it’s my kind of goofy or dumb ass goofy. Time will tell. He’s signed up to take a class I’m teaching later this month- even though I can’t imagine how this might be of any advantage to him. I’ll make an extra effort to engage him to try to get a better sense of his personality- and interest.

We ordered our lunches at the counter and spoke- including his gentle cupping of my arm- and then went to our respective corners. I had strategically decided to sit in a location where I could see him but he couldn’t see me. He didn’t look like a fat bum, so I might as well enjoy the rear view. When he got ready to leave, he glanced over and waved. I waved back, then turned back to the janitor.

“You know, Joe, I’ve sort of got my eye on that guy.”

“Yep. He’s eyeing you too.”

“You think?”

“I know. Men don’t run into garbage cans looking if they ain’t really looking.”

“You have a point.”

“Yep. He’s having those thoughts.”

“And what thoughts are those, Joe?”

“Thoughts of crackin’.”

“Crackin’. That’s what Spring is, isn’t it? The time of year when a young man’s thoughts turn to thoughts of crackin’.”

“A man’s thoughts about crackin’ can be any time, but crackin’ in spring can’t be beat.”

“Yep. Spring Crackin’. Can’t be beat.”

So, here’s wishing that all of us enjoy this spring very much. I’ll keep you posted.

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