Thursday, May 12, 2011
A Free and Gentle What??
I found myself particularly captivated by the chorus lyrics "she's a free and gentle flower growing wild." As if I were hearing it for the first time,
I wondered what kind of man speaks of a woman in these terms? A sensitive, romantic, poetic one, who sees far beneath the surface...and may or may not be gay. But that's beside the point.
For the first time ever, blame it on pangs of nostalgia or a recent bout of stomach flu, I wanted to hear myself described in these terms of such lovely imagery. Feeling dreamily affectionate, like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, I pranced into the bedroom to awaken my slumbering Prince Charming.
Okay, first-of-all, never expect Charming to wax poetic upon being awoken from productive mid-REM sleep. Secondly, if your man isn't prone to comparing your hair to honey and your eyes to sapphires, chances are he won't wake up having been reincarnated into Frank Sinatra just because you're feeling romantic.
ME: "James, Am I a free and gentle flower growing wild?"
JAMES: "Huh? (mumbling) Yeah, I took out the garbage."
ME: "No, Honey, I said 'am I a free and gentle flower growing wild?'"
JAMES: (slightly more conscious) "This is EARTH. You're what's called a WOMAN here. Now Good Night!"
ME: "Honey, what about metaphorically speaking, am I a free and gentle flower growing wild?"
JAMES: "Sure. yes. You're ......whatever you said...."
ME: (expectantly) "A free and gentle flower growing wild?"
JAMES: "Yeah. Metaphorically speaking, you're also a raccoon."
ME: "A raccoon? So now I'm a nocturnal scavenger?"
JAMES: "That's exactly what you are. It's past midnight and you're keeping me awake. Turn off the light and go to sleep, you nocturnal pest....and free and gentle flowery detergent for sensitive skin, or...something...whatever.... G'night."
ME: "Sweet dreams, Honey. Thanks for taking out the garbage."
I guess the lyrical Prince Charming will have to stay locked away in iTunes-land.
Posted by Angela Weight at 1:55 AM