Bad wood underneath the veneer
Sunday, October 09, 2005
  Groupie
After my show last night, I was greeted by an older, one-legged woman. She was sitting in a wheelchair towards the front. She snagged me and asked to give me a hug. "I just needed that hug today, dear."

We went outside, lit up a smoke, and she asked me how old I was.

"Twenty."
"And how old do you think I am?" she asked.
"Forty-six," (oh Ryan, you seducer among boys!)
"Ha! I wish I was that young," she replied, humoring my feeble yet polite, pseudo-flirtation.
"Well, how old are you?"
"I turned fifty-nine last month. But it's been a hard time lately. My boyfriend left me..."

She mumbled this part...not sure what she said.

"...and I told him to get the f*** out of my house. But now I really miss him. If you know anybody age 55-60, let me know!" (I got this part.)
"Well, forget it. Water under the bridge," I offered.
"You wanna come over and have some coffee?" (God Almighty)
"Nah, I gotta study tonight...and I've been sick, so I'm uh...only drinking tea."
"Yeah, I was sick. I had pneumonia three weeks ago. I wouldn't eat, drink - they had to take me to the hospital. I was such a crab you know." She continued in this manner for a few minutes.
"Well, I gotta go. You take care. And eat something. If I hear you don't, I'm coming over."
"Okay, hun. You too."

That was interesting, and a high point of an otherwise mediocre show.
 
Comments:
Hey,
Interesting interlude. Sounds like someone who needed a friend, or just someone who would listen, or both. Good you could provide at least that much. Lots of lonely people in the world.
 
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