THE SEARCH FOR MR. ADEQUATE
Part 59

By Susan Silver

Take a deep breath, Dear Readers … and I will too. Do you want the good news first or the bad?

Let’s start with the in between and then we’ll get to both. It’s called a Teaser in TV writing.

The weather outside is frightening …

So, the weather has been really insane … snow, sleet, and then bright sunshine in one day! Global warming anyone? Global meltdown more like it. Al Gore, you were right all along.

And I, as I’m sure many of you, put away the furs and winter clothes and brought out the spring pastels. And then was sorry. But have faith. The sun will come out tomorrow. And no … I won’t sing the rest.

In keeping with the weather, my week was a mixed affair. Some drama, a party, and an interesting charity function.

I went to the theater with my friend, who I told you met someone in LA on the Internet … and it’s still going on, though long distance. We saw ‘Festen,’

a play about a dysfunctional family … to put it mildly. It came over from London. They changed the cast to American actors.

It is hard to categorize … not really a total drama, as there are laughs, but dealing with some very serious issues. Very theatrical, and interesting. Excellent set, lighting and performances from everyone but Ali McGraw, who supposedly came ‘out of retirement.’ Ali … go back. Please, I beg you. The same flat affect, the same wooden delivery. She doesn’t have a huge part, but she has a pivotal one and it could have and should have had more impact. If you are a theater person, you should see it as it is really a cut above much I’ve seen lately. But if you are easily shocked, go to ‘Jersey Boys.’

Then I went to a very interesting luncheon for God’s Love We Deliver which DPC covered in great descriptive detail Wednesday. It honors literary types. ( Disregard my photo … as I have sworn never to goof off again in a picture. He owes me one. One what I am not sure yet, but I’ll think of something. I wanted to die when I saw it. On second thought, do not … I repeat do not … pull up Wednesday.)

I started writing when I was a little girl … poems and stories, and of course my father kept every one.  I admire others who have achieved success and are talented in this often lonely endeavor. The book authors were all best selling repeaters and in today’s world of publishing that is no small feat. And, not always the case, those who spoke were delights to hear.

I happen to idolize Maureen Dowd and want to be her, so it was a particular pleasure for me to get to talk to her and get her book, free! Maureen, if you read this, I would have paid for it, honest.

Then Stan, who has a party every night, had an international function and took me along. He knows I do not love the fashion stuff, but the diplomatic stuff is more to my liking. While he circulated, as he is wont to do, I was left to my own devices. A very charming, handsome, and major foreign dignitary approached me and … now get ready kids … it’s the good news coming.

The man was really attractive and I liked him. And, to paraphrase Sally Field so memorably … ”he really liked me.” How do I know this? Well, first of all he kept smiling at me as he talked with others and edged towards me to include me in the group. (They edged along with him ... faintly reminiscent of the finale group hug on The Mary Tyler Moore Show … she plugged gratuitously.)

Then, when he shook my hand, he took my hand and didn’t let it go. He said some very lovely flattering things and as the others withdrew, he and I were standing in some heated area. Oh no, it was my temperature rising.

He was standing very very close. Perhaps in his land that is the proper space. Hahahaha. We talked some more. He flirted some more. He gave me his card and I did not give him mine. Why not? Well … here comes the bad news … he is married. And has three children. And I have sworn not to go there. Can’t waste the time. When you are thirty, a fling like this is allowed, I’ve been told by a friend who writes about these things, so don’t email me morality notes. I am not advocating it, girls. Blame my friend.

But now, sigh … I have no time to waste and therefore I cannot see this guy again. Because the flesh is weak and frankly, this is the only guy other than the Jersey Boy (column 38 or in those days we called it XXXVIII)

that I have been attracted to in a longggggg time. Bigger sigh.

My wonderful, supportive, slutty girlfriends all think I should go for it, but I won’t. But it did wonders for my ego and the juices … if you know what I mean.  And if you don’t, you are a guy and just keep reading, don’t think about it.

I did find a girl that might be right for Stan so I introduced them. He is ready to jump into the fire again and I’ll keep you all posted.

LOML called. (Too many columns to mention, just know it means Love of My Life.) He pops in and out from time to time and this time told me that he had caught up on some of the columns and was very complimentary about them. He even read the blog: http://mradequate.blogspot.com

Plus he listened to my silly problems with the condo and gave me solutions to everything … even if I wasn’t looking for them … he is a guy after all. And how can I hate a guy like this?

So I put on my new James Blunt album, which is a compendium of tragic love songs that bring great sobs, and I wallowed in it, remembering our good times. And it felt good. Two chocolate chip cookies ended the night with a bang. But I went to bed with a smile through the sobs.

Now I think I will have to shift my search to foreign countries. I always did do better with Brits, Italians, Israelis, French and now … well … I’ll keep it a secret.

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