My writing has dropped off lately due to different events in real life. One of the things the woman I modeled "Marcie" after told me was to not write unless the ideas came. She made a big deal about me not stressing myself over the process and just to let the words and ideas flow when they do. It is as always I am grateful for her and her inspiration. I am also grateful to you, the reader, for reading my postings.
It isn't common knowledge to the world, but Marcie is a little older than me. It was an issue when we first started dating because of our own insecurities. She was worried about being with someone my age mostly for the "cougar factor." My issues had nothing to do with her age as much as it dealt with how gorgeous she is. It took a bunch of convincing on both sides to work through these that even worked almost prior to the wedding. (Good Neighbors Ch. 188) It hadn't been an issue since then, but there had been a few times things were sketchy.
There was one of the times I drove Marcie to a doctor's appointment (Marcie and Leo Ch. 136) where I felt like there was a spotlight on me for the wrong reasons. There was also the time after we married (Marcie and Leo Ch. 01) where her brother-in-law came uninvited to retrieve his then-wife. When he referred to Marcie as the "pretty one", I felt inside me cringe knowing that June (her sister) and Marcie were twins. It was not the only time that I had defended folks like that, but just the fact that I feel judged sometimes for having a beautiful wife drives me crazy.
It was possibly one of the reasons why her late husband (Mitch) was a tad bit over-protective regarding "his princess." He worked himself to the bone to ensure she always had a place to stay and wasn't as outgoing as his wife. I admit I was like him in that regard to my late wife as well. When we lost both to their respective cancers, I saw Marcie as an independent woman and strived to treat her as such. Marcie, to her credit, strived to help me show my humanity more, especially when dealing with coworkers. We have become better just by treating each other better. It is something during the last few years that I have found solace in.
It was as we were having breakfast on a weekend morning when we were playing some country music. One of the songs that came on was a slow song. Doug Stone was singing it. It was a nice slow cadence, very easy to dance to if we were in position to do so. I started singing along with the lyrics while Marcie ate. When I started to sing the chorus, her attention was on me as I started to ham it up. As I finished up the song, I pressed my lips on her forehead before she took my hand.
"Let's go," she said very focused.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed her to the bedroom.
She led me in before she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck to guide me to her open lips. There was a deep kiss to start.
