Sacky - On Dad's Mid Life Crisis
Sacky: I read that “Mid Life Crisis” Hub you wrote!
Terry: What did you think? Was it humorous?
Sacky: Lies, Half Truths, and Omissions. You’re not fooling anyone.
Terry: To the contrary, I did not lie. It is a true story.
Sacky: Well I notice you missed some details on that one sentence about “ a woman far too young for a man of my age”.
Terry: It wasn’t important. I was being discreet.
Sacky: Not Important! I need details. How old were you?
Terry: If you must know, I was about 35 at that time.
Sacky: And that very young woman?
Terry: Is that relevant?
Sacky: Spit it out Pops!
Terry: If you must know she was 19 and of Italian Origin.
Terry: I was not a CAD. The relationship lasted over a year, and was somewhat serious.
Sacky: Right, was she a hottie?.
Terry: Well, yes, but you make it all sound cheap and tawdry!
Sacky: Are you telling me it was sophisticated and intellectual?
Terry: (sarcastic) Yes, we were studying Cosmology at
Berkeley with a
concentration on Dark Matter! Of course not. It was free spirited and quite different.
Sacky: And did you ever stop your youthful shenanigans
long enough to have lunch? Or did you swing on the chandeliers all day?
Terry: I resent your implying it was simply sexual, well, you are wrong. We had a bond!
Sacky: Right, you loved her for the pasta and
marinara sauce.I am sure!
Terry: Oh all right! What do you want to hear, It was a lust filled craze 24 hours a day and it was strictly passion?
Sacky: Yummy! You know what I like! Tell me more!
Terry: If you are attempting to embarrass me you’ve succeeded. I was smitten with her youth and beauty. I was not a philanderer. I was simply young at heart.
Sacky: I don’t think the Heart is the part of the anatomy that gave you a problem.
Terry: Oh, isn’t possible for a man to relive his
youth the way he wanted it to be the first time around without being harassed? Can he not have the pleasures he once dreamed without seeming irresponsible?
Sacky: No! Was the marinara sauce good?
Terry: It was to die for!
Sacky: What happened?
Terry: We had a little spat and she went home for a short while to punish me.
Sacky: What did my Don Juan do then?
Terry: I missed conversations more pertinent to my age. My youthful quest was over.
Sacky: So it was the conversation you wanted with Hot Pants?
Terry: Sometimes you are such a nettlesome pet.
Sacky. You’ll get over it. I love you. Kiss my belly!