A July 4th Tribute to John Hancock, The Biggest of All

Dear Sillies,

Apologies for this one. It's dedicated to John Hancock. His was the biggest of all.

Despite everything, I do believe we have a lot for which to be grateful. May you agree.

Happy Independence Day!

Be good. Be safe. Let the sparks fly.

Let's Hear it for the Boy!

Dearest Sillies,
Oy, the holidays are coming! Yikes, right?
I have a few friends who boycott the holidays. To that I say: Congratulations.
To the rest of us, may we enjoy the parts worth enjoying and avoid the stresses of the season.
Now, while I have fun year-end stuff to present, I'm tossing in more Dude Three.
 
Take gentle care, my friends.
Life is harsh, but you are beautiful. And I love you.

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   Alas, after two weeks of missing each other, Dude Three and I reunited. It was a Friday night in early October. Sure, there were signs* that he has some issues - we all do. (His line about baseball-card sales after we first met, his failure to see me immediately upon my arrival from Greece, strained relationships with one of his children...) Besides, I was already attached. His sweet, sensitive side strongly endeared me. Add to this, an electricity between us. He's a good one. No worries.  

   I was extra happy to see Three arrive with a bagful of groceries; he planned to cook dinner.  

   Dude Three was all smiles, hugs, and kisses. I’m not much into voyeurism, so I participated. In the mix, I showed him photos of Greece. He asked appropriate questions (e.g., the octopus I ate – Was it raw? Answer: It was boiled, in a salad. It was yummy too.).

   Dinner - chicken and stir-fry - was delicious. We then reclined on the sofa.

   Things heated up quickly, but we’d planned on going out to hear music. So…we did (We went out to hear music, that is). 

   I danced on a high to groovy seventies tunes -- having just returned from the trip of a lifetime, with my new beau, who was actually dancing with me. I'd never had a man in my life to dance with. Yeah, he's more like Steve Urkel than Fred Astaire, but I'm more Elaine Benes than Ginger Rogers, so it was all good.   
   Back at home, late into the night…touching, kissing, groping, ahh, his warmth felt nice. It'd been a long stint of celibacy, and the couch was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
   We moved to my bathroom. Just kidding, we moved to my bedroom. 
   Dude Three wouldn't leave until the next morning, not that I wanted him to. Three wouldn't sleep in the living room either, not that I wanted him to. How'd it go?
   Oh, oh oh oh...

Most remakes stink, as we know. I like the Footloose remake, though. Here's a fun scene.

Collage of YOUR Comments: My Merchant Marine Minute Man, Finale?

Dear Friends, I’m closing this chapter with a mix of some of YOUR recent comments and some final text messages between me and Troy. Sorry if you don’t find your comments below, but that’s because they were too reasonable.

Troy: What if I should desire a little more?

Robyn: You know where to find me, babe. xo

L. Diane Wolfe said...Come on - tab A into slot B. Make it happen.

Troy: I like a cute, witty, sexy woman. What to do? Xoxo

Empty Nest Insider said...Do you remember Gene Wilder and the sheep in the Woody Allen movie?

Stephen Hayes said...Swallowing it isn't the problem.

Robyn: Ah, thank you my handsome merchant marine. Wink. xo

Troy: At winery. Thinking about you a bit. It’s all good!! xoxo

IT (aka Ivan Toblog) said...There's nothing wrong with being an alcoholic, unless you drink, too.

Robyn: Let me know if you can squeeze me in, or squeeze into me, before you leave. =) xoxo

Pat Hatt said...damn, hopefully some stamina came due.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...I really shouldn't read this stuff first thing in the morning...

Jacquelineand....said…You need chocolate. Lots of it.

Troy: Of course, just held hostage by job. Waiting for itinerary. Frustrating!

Elizabeth Seckman said...I just want you to know- I can't even find my underwear because I have yet to unpack from vacation (see, you thought I was going to be naughty!)

Robyn: It’ll come, babe. Anyway, I’m fading. Sweet dreams. xxoo

CWMartin said…Better to sleep with mom's undies than with MOM.

Ruth said...Matt's mom is gonna wonder where all her panties are.

Pat Tillett said... They are full of semen, or is that seamen. Or is it both?

Jo said...Not necessarily so, my father used to sweat after eating a good cheese.

Theresa Mahoney said...I only like hot and spicy in one area of my life.

Optimistic Existentialist said...Was he on a date with the soup??

Troy: I like the way you are.

Robyn: Really dude? Afraid to say the three little words: I like you?! I like you too.

A Beer For The Shower said... The three worst words a guy can ever hear in bed: "Is it in?" The three worst words a girl could ever hear in bed. "I'm not sure."

Yvonne said...I feel your pain. I' ve been in the "where'd it go?" dilemma before.

JoJo said...Bow chica bow bow!!!!!! Just thought I'd add some porno-like music to the story.

      Jo said...Or a banana JoJo.

Since Troy left, I haven’t heard from him. Clearly, it’s over for now. He won’t return for three more months. Is it over for good? Your guess is probably better than mine. So what do you think?

P.S.

Thank you, Elizabeth Seckman, for the girl-talk, pj parties and Mai Tais with little pink umbrellas.

Finally, thanks to Debra at She WhoSeeks for this graphic:

Me and My Merchant Marine: Is it Over?

Note: This series is written two months after-the-fact. Currently, Troy is somewhere out there on the vast blue-green seas, not due to return until late September at the earliest. Is it over between Robyn and Troy? You be the judge…

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Fri 4/25/14 

"Thank you for the best two minutes of my life!" Troy jests, the morning after the granny panties debacle.

 She smiles and asks, "When do you leave?"

"I won’t know until right before, but this could be it. Maybe Friday." Troy looks serious.

Shit, Robyn says to herself. Stay calm. "Can I see you one more time before you go?"

Troy takes out his pocket calendar, flips the pages, and they decide on a Wed night rendezvous.

Mon 4/28 Troy tells Robyn that his relatives are coming to town Wed. to surprise him. His Mom told him, knowing that Troy has been spending time with Robyn. Does Troy's Mom know that their time has involved having… a look at Matt’s Mom’s granny panties? She wonders. 

   Troy promises to see Robyn this eve. “Matt’s having a big shindig at the condo. Some of them might spend the night. It’s not going to work at my place.” Robyn tells Troy they will have to be quiet at her place, because she has roommates. "You can't be your loud and naughty self," he teases. "Oh, another thing, I can't stay the night. I have too much to take care of tomorrow morning." 

   Disappointments piled on, Robyn shakes it off, because she wants a few more minutes. And he's handsome. And she wants a few more minutes, but we already mentioned that.

   Troy arrives. He wants to go for drinks. He always does. They’re different that way. Robyn agrees, since it increases her odds of getting a few more minutes in. And by “in,” she means that literally.

At Park Avenue Pub, a dive bar half a mile from Robyn's:

   "Since this is my last chance before you leave, tell me that story again about when you jumped ship and survived. I have to write about it." 

   “That’s so lame,” he scoffs. “Alright, but if you’re going to write about it, you have to get it right.” Troy proceeds to expel details. A wide eyed, enthusiastic Robyn scribbles notes on the backs of business cards that she pulls out of her purse. Her scribblings include: “For $100, totally hammered, he jumped ship, anchored in Caribb. Alarm soundd ‘Man overboard!’ Strong winds pushd him 2 anchor chain. Lucky bastard! Climbed chain ladder, 2 lower levels, 2 room waist high in grease, ran thru ship tracking grease, took rm key outta pocket & tossed clothes in trash, ran naked in circles so they wouldnt trail him. Found rm. Showered, dressed in tux 4 job as waiter on ship, Captain’s men knocked on door. ‘Are you Troy Alvarado?’ He said ‘yes.’ ‘Did you just jump overbrd?’ ‘No, I dont kno what youre talking abt. I was showering 4 work.’ They believd him & left. Capt called 4 him days later. Asked how he did it. Capt said, ‘For the pure audacity, u can keep job. Don’t let it happen again.”

  

Sex scene: Hey, where's the sex? You blinked in the last four minutes, didn't you? Sorry you missed it! She almost did too, if it's any consolation.

  Robyn and Troy lay in her bed, comforter pulled up to hide nakedness from viewers. She rests her head on his chest, as he strokes her back.

  "I'd say that was a good four minutes," Troy remarks.

  "I was thinking the same. Yeah, twice as good as last time." She lifts her head and smiles at him. Troy reciprocates.

   "I'll double the staying power every time."

   "Promises, promises," Robyn chides. There's a pause before she says, "I'll miss you."

   "I'll miss you too."

Stay tuned for one more segment, the "goodbye." Is it over??