Jun 6, 2005
[Dear Auntie Dote]
There's a country music concert coming up in my town that I would like to attend but my wife doesn't want to go because she says she doesn't like the artist - George Jones. I want to go and see the concert because I feel it may be one of the last times to see Ol' George and also I used to really like his music. I say used to because obviously I don't listen to him now because he just doesn't get played on the radio any more like a lot of the older artists. Fair enough.
However, to me he represents a certain era in the country music field, albeit an era past. That I don't deny. He is a piece of history to me and that is why I want to see him. I don't particularily care if he can't hit the notes anymore and as a matter of fact that is the whole point - the man is still stepping out and strutting his stuff despite being 72 yrs. old (approx.). I am a small business man and I sure as hell hope I can be strutting my "stuff" when I'm 72. God, that would be so good; to be still putting it out there" at that age. All of the skill and experience I have gathered in a lifetime; just getting it on!
So I put it to my wife that if she wanted to go to a concert of any description I would be glad to accompany her no matter who the entertainer was. She replied that she would like to go and see Jane Goodall, the lady who raised the apes. "Fine, I said, let's go see her; I would love to find out more about her experience with the apes; it would be interesting."
Turns out Jane Goodall isn't coming to town anytime in the known futrure. But Willie Nelson is and at my wifes request I didn't hesitate to plunk down about $80.00 per ticket to secure us seats. Before that it was Cher and before that it was Tobby Keith. In my opinion if either she or I want to go see something, I'm up for it. It sure beats watching TV. That's another story of the same programs repeated over and over every night that I won't get into. Yee gods, it's TV prison but I'll save that for another day.
Anyway, long story short; she actually causes me to go back to the days when we just about broke up only a few years ago; when I put my toe in the water and discovered that there sure were a lot of agreeable women out there. At that time I noticed that they were all and I do mean all agreeing to any sort of entertainment; of course with a mutual understanding that I would engage in anything they were interested in, be it live theatre, the opera, or a garden show. It certainly didn't seem like a bad deal at the time - today the rodeo, tomorrow the symphony. Tonight - chili; tomorrow a French restaurant. The main thing was - get out and experience some of what life has to offer.
So my question is why do women do this to themselves. Put themselves in a position where their man might say, "to hell with you, I'll find my own date'?
In my case I've toyed with the idea but truth be known I'll probably go with some other guy although there are definitely some women I know out there who would go at the drop of a hat on a platonic basis.
I don't think I'll go there thank you very much. It's a deep sink hole that goes round and round. Oh boy!