She moves in mysterious ways.
Something in the way she moves.
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes “ahhhh”
One summer, my niece (and goddaughter) came to stay with me and my partner for the summer. Probably thirteen or fourteen, but was already 6’4” and had a contract with Ford Modeling for the summer. Yep, she was a knockout. Still is. So we’d take evening walks up Park Avenue and doormen would cat call her and say hey baby and I’d try to fight every one of them.
She’s thirteen, you pervert. Look away.
But it was a losing battle. Why is it that straight men exercise such vile behavior? I hope they’re still not getting away with it, but most of Congress still seems to.
The heterosexual man gets a lot of benefit of the doubt. Face it, they tend to employ their machismo with a free and absolutely stomach turning ease. Then they employ language that would make even Matt Gaetz blush.
By the way, did you know he wears make up to reduce the shine of his face for the camera. No wonder he’s so far up Trump’s ass. They’re swapping astringents and spackle.
But she moves in mysterious ways. Not Gaetz or rump roast. My niece. She’s a glider, seemingly effortless and too smooth. Come to think of it, she’s kinda irritating me right now. Throw in she’s a Vassar undergrad and law school super star. Just got married to the coolest guy in the world who’s also a lawyer. They own a townhouse. Let’s all plan a get together some night and egg their house.
I’ll hop on this and get back to you.
So this is all a likely misguided segway toward something that I really want to talk about, yet now forget.
They say always look forward and never back which is great for us advanced age people.
Looking back is way too hard.