{"id":1987,"date":"2020-02-17T00:44:37","date_gmt":"2020-02-17T07:44:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/?p=1987"},"modified":"2020-02-17T00:44:37","modified_gmt":"2020-02-17T07:44:37","slug":"valentine-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.itayemi.com\/blog\/2020\/02\/17\/valentine-blues\/","title":{"rendered":"Valentine Blues"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I have not been fair to all the retailers hoping to make a killing today. I confess I haven&#8217;t blown my fair share of cash on Valentine&#8217;s day(s). As far as I can remmeber I have only taken a lady out once on Valentine&#8217;s day and that ended disastrously &#8211; no not the night itself, that just left me &#8220;feeling one way&#8221; or &#8220;feeling somehow&#8221; in a manner of speaking common where I grew up &#8211; I was instead referring to the whole courtship attempt.<br>\nSo tonight was not any different from the same night for several decades. I meant the whole relationship or lack of it to be accurate and not because I didn&#8217;t want it to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;What about bumble?&#8221; asks a concerned cousin over the phone, &#8220;I have a lot of luck there&#8221; he says as his voice drops lower. He\u2019s married. I am past judging anyone. I have my excuse ready &#8220;Mormons don\u2019t do bumble&#8221;. Of cos that\u2019s not true, there are Mormons on bumble but most want a fellow member of the church. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Bernie (not his real name) says to me in the afternoon: &#8220;Any plans for tonight?&#8221;. He is my house mate or more accurately my tenant.<br>I answered &#8220;No not really.&#8221;<br>He says &#8220;Damn bro! Ok, Ok, are you getting any p**sy tonight?&#8221; he can be persistent (for lack of a better word). He is 23.<br>&#8220;Not likely&#8221; I said.<br>&#8220;Well James isn&#8217;t getting any for sure.&#8221; James (not his real name) is our other housemate who actually has a wife, a home, and kids in the next state some 10 hours away. He calls home every night to talk to his kids. <br>I laughed, &#8220;Well you can take one for the team.&#8221;<br>&#8220;Definitely bro! I will!&#8221;<br>I heard him rev his Porsche as he headed out about an hour later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>James comes home and asks if the clothes in the washing machine are mine. I said it is likely Bernie&#8217;s.<br>&#8220;Well, he needs to learn to do his laundry when he is going to be home. He should realize someone else might want to use the washing machine.&#8221;<br>I offered to go check on the machine. Since he had already washed the large blanket that was in it, I moved it to the dryer and set it to 50.<br>A lady I didn&#8217;t know had put up a flier in an Afro group I belong to for a movies night. I got dressed and headed out. There were only 4 of us there which I guess is a good thing &#8211; I assume all the others in the group had partners to spend the night with. It is actually a studio. We watched Midsommar which is a weird movie.<br> Afterwards, I considered going to a bar to hang out for a while, but then I realize most people out on the town would be in pairs and it was already going on 11 PM. Too late to get into trouble. I set google maps to take me home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As I flew home doing 77 in a 70, I had &#8220;The house of the rising sun&#8221; on repeat on my car stereo. I had the beginning of a story involving a serial killer that murdered his victims to this particular soundtrack but it didn&#8217;t come together so I dropped it. I have written sporadically in recent times &#8211; it is strange how some memories come back to you when the context is right &#8211; &#8220;Go find someone you can impress by your writing&#8221; she had said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The female electronic voice was my date for the night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have not been fair to all the retailers hoping to make a killing today. I confess I haven&#8217;t blown my fair share of cash on Valentine&#8217;s day(s). 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