Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Senior Sex(less) and the City: Episode #11

Karma Chameleon
Karma Chameleon was slick, I’ll give him that. He was funny, witty, and interesting. There was something unbelievably familiar about him. He had an easy laugh. He had served in a public office, same party as my very political parents. Even though it’s not my party, I was astounded at how drawn I was toward this man. I later looked him up; he was telling the truth about his political background. But what I liked most was his incredibly diverse interests. Psych and journalism major. Right now he’s a counselor. My ears perked up. Writer? Counselor? At that point on, it was clear that his passions are writing and counseling. And—could it get more amazing?—when I mentioned I teach, it turns out he’s crazy about children, too. Still…it bothered me that he was trying so hard to impress me. And he later let something slip that led me to believe he still wasn’t over his divorce. Unhealed means not ready for a new relationship, and a counselor should have known that. But worse was the feeling I couldn’t shake that all of those interests and occupations were merely lines he was casting to see where the nibbles were. Something didn’t feel quite right. I decided to give him time and see what he did. The next time we met, I watched him hit on every woman in the room, one by one. When I passed him one time, I couldn’t help but overhear that he was a business owner. With another, he was in sales. Sales? Diversity is wonderful, but this felt way too much like a con. Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon, you come and go. But…just go, ‘kay? 

Next week: Episode #12, Mr. Pick Up


  1. Tammy,
    At least this guy didn't change military uniforms (branches of the military) when he changed his stories. I knew of a nut who did that. He'd heard that women liked men in uniform. Nobody told him that women like men with brains.

    Keep your stories coming. It's a great way to start my day.

  2. Unbelievable! So many psychos...so little time!

  3. Linda, I didn't know whether to laugh or gasp when I read that, so I did both! Maybe he should invest in those UPS shorts.

    Becky, psycho is right! What bothers me is that this one truly seems more "together" than any of the others--yet that's what makes this type far more dangerous than the one who steams his brain fungus with a vegetable steamer. *That* I've unfortunately learned the hard way!

  4. Hi Tammy,
    He was in sales all right--trying to sell his line of bull.
    Thanks for making me smile.


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