“Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Is that all for you then?” The cashier had a full head of long white hair, neatly combed back. Slender and well groomed, this was a man who knew how to take care of business, and his self. “Yes sir, this is all”, I replied.
“So is this a gift for you?”
“Damn right it is! No one else is going to buy me something like this! ‘What do you get for the man who has everything?’” I said sarcastically. “Well, let me tell you what I DON’T have: Twelve gorgeous women in my house! Well, I’m gonna have them now!”
The cashier chuckled, we made the transaction, and he said. “You have a Merry Christmas, sir.”
“Thanks. I will. You do the same.” I had just purchased a 2013 calendar with a bikini clad super model posed for each month. Good GOD! They are beautiful!! And I was pretty damned proud of it! I’ve spent the majority of my adult years raising a single child. He’s twenty-four now – just turned twenty-four on December 2. And he hasn’t lived with me for about two years. As a single father, I HAD to be decent. I could not have pictures of scantily clad or naked women on the walls. I could not have what is ubiquitously known as “Playboys” lying around the house. Also, I hardly ever had alcohol in the house. And later, to my utter disappointment, I discovered I COULD NOT have alcohol in the house. Every time I purchased a bottle, it mysteriously disappeared, so I quit buying it all together.
I don’t smoke. I don’t gamble. I am quite conservative and calculated with my money, vehicles, tools and other resources. I must be. As I take care of them, they take care of me. I cannot afford error. I cannot make a mistake. A DWI offense, for instance, will land me in jail, and that’s bad enough, but it will render me unemployed as well. As my job is the lifeblood for the rest of my life, if I lose my job, I lose my livelihood! I have a limited back-up plan in case I do lose my job. But it is just that: Limited – VERY limited!
Today I earned the right to enter the Control Room without escort. It required an FBI background check to be approved. Yesterday I called SRP in Phoenix to have the electricity to my rental transferred to my name. It was going to cost a $275 deposit – UNLESS I passed a credit check. Ten seconds later, my deposit was waived. Earlier this year I earned my license to carry a concealed weapon – another FBI test, a handling test, and State test passed. Do I actually carry a gun? Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. You just don’t know.
I don’t consume drugs – never did and frankly I have no desire. I also have no desire to run the “red light district”, not that we have one here in my conservative little town, but even if we did, I am just not into that. (But like every red-blooded American male, I DO enjoy an occasional trickle of the overflow of pornography pervading the Internet. I mean, shees! I am not a prude!)
I am a single man, and I am enjoying the hell out of it. I date and play with the ladies – OR I don’t. It’s my choice. It is a lonely yet wide-openlife, but one I have gleefully chosen, and I don’t look to change it any time soon. It seems shallow, maybe even adolescent, but I am proud to have purchased that calendar. I’ve earned it!