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When you know what your friend doesn’t…

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Let’s, for the sake of argument, call this a hypothetical situation:

Imagine you’re a hiring manager looking for technical talent.

You spot a young man who’s smart but whose social appearance needed refinement.

You hire him.

You groom him for advancement, hoping he’ll take your job position one day.

In the process, you learn about his hobbies, meeting his wife, who expresses interest in the same hobbies but only in support of the husband.

You change jobs, recommending your exemplary employee to advance to your managerial job and he gets it.

Years pass.

You start taking dance lessons.

At a group lesson, you see a woman with a boyfriend and you tell yourself, “Hmm…she has the same name and face of my former employee.”

“Excuse me,” you ask, “do I know you from somewhere?”

“No,” she insists quietly but emphatically, “I don’t believe we do.”

You write it off as coincidence.

A few months later you go shopping with your wife out of town.

You see the boyfriend of the woman in the group dance class.  He glances at you and is gone before you can speak to him.

Then you see your former employee who confirms his wife is there.

You see her with the husband, put two-and-two together, realising the secret rendezvous you witnessed between her and her dance class partner.

You give her a knowing wink and nod.

She nods in slight shock and waves you goodbye without saying hello, seeing that you might spoil a good thing.

You blog about the secret in semianonymous language, assuming that no one involved will read this anytime soon.

Life goes on…

Love makes the world go ’round.

Affairs de la coeur keep one sane and one’s spouse innocently happy?

Oak leaves, river rocks and green grass

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What does a body mean to you?

Last night, I sat on the toilet to take care of business, reached for the toilet paper and was attacked by the sping-loaded mechanism of a toilet paper holder. Like the proverbial spring-coiled snake in a can.

Needless to say, the toilet paper proceeded to roll across the bathroom floor, conveniently stopping on the pool of coffee I had previously spilled and promised myself to clean up after my job in the loo was finished.

Is there a medical study that show the longterm effects, positive or detrimental, of the short-term exposure of caffeinated toilet paper wiped where the sun doesn’t shine?

Speaking of which, did you know a nut institute (as opposed to an institute for nuts) sponsored study was released to the public showing the positive healthy effects of eating nuts?

Or the poll sponsored and administered by a polling company that shows polls are good for polling the public?

Lastly, whilst cheering for my favourite football team, wishing against hype and recent trends that they’d score more points than their instate (as opposed to testate) rivals, I realised that the men out there on the field had been heroes to me in my youth and inspirations to me in my middle years.

Secondly, if not first to next to lastly, I understood the unique situation in which I find myself entrusting my words and body with one woman without involving a sexual relationship is new and most unusual to me, opening up avenues of fictional territory to explore.

More as it develops…

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Thanks to Knoxville Police; El Coyote restaurant; Zach and more at Applebee’s; Sevier County wrestling team running the Petro’s concession stand; the Variety Shop; Gail and more at UBC; University of Tennessee; Hampton Inn…