I recently blogged about a woman I frequently see at the dog park who had a near death experience. In my post, I described her as an older woman who sports a baseball cap over her kicky orange hair.
Today I saw her at the park again and she was sans baseball cap. But her short, carrot colored hair was Working It and she had on bright red lipstick, black frame glasses, her eyes were accented with blue liner and overall, she was looking pretty darned smokin’.
“He’s trying to get your attention, you know,” I whispered to her, nodding in the direction of a 70-something-year-old gentleman who was staring intently at her from his perch on the fountain stone wall. “He always tries to talk to you.”
“Who, him? Really?” Ruth was genuinely surprised and flattered. Her name is Ruth. I asked her. I nodded yes. “He’s staring at you.”
“Ah...” she waved the notion away with her hand. “I already have a boyfriend. He’s ten years younger than me but I’m younger than HIM in spirit.”
I laughed aloud.
She smiled with a faint hint of naughty behind the glimmer in her eyes. “We’ve been together fifty years. We don’t live together, though. That’s what keeps us together. Put us in the same house together and the relationship would be over in a week.“
More laughter – raw and boisterous – from me.
“I’m not looking for more boyfriends. I’ve got enough.”
I like this Ruth. Kicky personality matches her kicky orange hair.
Fifty years. Good G-d.
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