- Gender and Relationships
Old Lovey-Dovey Couples
The summer is here. Sure enough, it’s at this season where sweet couples appear pervasively before your eyes, the way garlic’s odor pervades across Italian kitchens. New romances are ignited everywhere, every Facebook notification is a change in a relationship status, and every lane is a lover’s lane.
If you are lucky enough, you have no lingering relationship to hang onto, no devastating break ups to dwell upon.
And hopefully you are not like one of my dearest friends, who believes that Mr. Cupid has taken all the attractive charming worth dating individuals and made sure they were overseas, married, in love, forbidden or gay. Though Cupid has been mocking her lonely status, he sure deserves to be praised for a couple of worth admiring relation ships.
The Bus Trip
Don’t know if it is just me but I can’t help but adore his work, Cupid that is, each time I see a couple enjoying romantic intimate gestures. But not any couple, and not any gestures for only old couples with wrinkled holding hands and squinting loving eyes grab my attention.
The other day, I was holding a dozen shopping bags in one hand -in my defense, 50 % were gifts-, the backpack loosely hanging over one shoulder and the cell phone tightly held between my ear and the other shoulder; All while attempting to catch the shuttle bus. I was defending my 'single' status over the phone when I couldn’t help but notice the most handsome man on earth. I wasn’t certain of his age but the white color covering his few survived hairs and the wrinkles surrounding his eyes gave the impression of at least seven decades. This 70ish year old man was helping his wife who didn’t look much younger to get on the bus.
I made sure I sat in front of them to entertain my ride. Every now and then, he would smile semi-toothlessly at every one in the shuttle. But you could tell from the laugh lines around his deep blue eyes that his eyes just lit up when he smiled at her. He kissed her hands each time she would lie her head over his shoulder.
Of course, being the chatterbox that I am, I had to describe the scene to my friend over the phone. After all, what are the odds of this couple speaking Arabic and with the hearing aids they both had, the chances of them comprehending my gossip were even slimmer.
For the entire ride, I was a dedicated radio host. Starting with her earrings and right down to her shoes, I described how sophisticated the old lady was in her dressing style. Didn’t leave a slight detail, even the background was captured in the analysis. After going on about how gorgeous she is, how warm his smile was, how I would totally give up my freedom for a guy who would age this way and behave romantically like him, I started playing the analyst role.
The Analyst Role
The rings they both wore had an ancient feel, almost rusted so they must have been married for a while. I don’t know for how long did the analysis last, but when both my ears started to burn, I had to somehow end the conversation. I realized how loud and irritating I must have been, when I turned off the phone for the bus just got 10 times quitter. I sat there admiring their grins when out of nowhere the hero I have been admiring for the entire ride asked me “How is your day, child?” ending the question with the cutest wink I have ever seen.
My mouth remained half open for quite some time as I tried to digest the pure Arabic words. And he must have had the the best hearing aids for I said “Fine” in the quietest most quavering voice and he heard it. He replied "I am sure it is better than just fine", and winked again. “How is your day?” was all I could say to prevent myself from saying “I have been a fan of you ever since we rode this bus”.
I pictured he would give a similar short brief reply and decided to totally block my ears. I couldn't help but picture myself as Little Miss Chatterbox burying her embarrassed red cheeks the way ostrichs bury their heads under the sand. His reply wasn’t as brief and the most engaging and enthusiastic conversation took place for the rest of the ride. I can’t say I learned my lesson for this wasn’t the first or last time for my confident Arabic mouth to embarrass me.
I try biting my tongue a lot to prevent myself from blurting such conversations but it always escapes with the argument that Arabic and Yemeni of all accents is the most foreign language you can find in a western place. Needless to say, this was indeed one the most fun bus rides I have ever had.
Romance on HubPages
Once again I would like to praise Cupid for his great tangible efforts on HubPages. I don't want to freak any of my fellow hubbers but it takes a lot for me to be genuinely impressed with corny romantic efforts. However, over the past 2 months and from my hub hoping experience, I have reached the conclusion that dead men like my favourites Robert Frost and Pushkin as well as my fellow male hubbers have been given romantic talent beyond description.
I embarrassed myself in front of the old couple and I might as well just do it today in front of all the romantic fellow hubbers by telling them how impressed I am.
De Greek :
I have been mesmerized by De Greek's sense of humour, graceful ability to string words queerly, but most of all, how romantic he is with his wife, check his article Getting Old Gracefully?.
And for all the guys who are just sick of platonic relationships and wish they weren't so platonic you can check his Advice to Youth. But his winning action that granted him to be on the featured couples is his profile line that says and I am quoting " I am married to the pretiest, kindest, tenderest woman on this planet". Now, isn't that cute ?
First of all, I would like to say that I am deeply saddened to know about Mystique's grandma passing away. Being the caring person that he is, he has changed his profile to let us all know that he will be away for a few days.
Second, I would like to spread some pleasure to my fellow hubbers if they are not already familiar with this great poet. Reading his lyrical poetry has became a ritual over the past month. His poems are almost always dedicated to his angel Rebecca. You can check his poems The Joy of being with you - Dedicated to my angel Rebecca - A poem and Love Poetry (for my Moonshine angel- Rebecca Anne). While you are there, check his art work.
I am sure, there are a lot of great hubbers out there with great poems and even greater relation ships but I guess I have done enough stalking for one day. =)