All that Glitters

you reap what you sow

All that Glitters… (650 words) (light profanity)

 

 

     I’ve been a happily married man for well of twenty-eight years. I attribute some of that to marrying at the ripe old age of thirty-five rather than in my late teens or early twenties. This gave me plenty of time to know what I truly wanted and desired in a partner.  It also made me realize and come to know that the second side of the coin can be quite traumatic and life altering.

 

     In my younger days I was fairly graced with decent looks and an artful tongue. I was a lovable cad, oblivious to the wounds and hurt I inflicted on my lovely female companions bestowed with dark hair and buxom figures; my preferred type. I always treated them well and said what they wanted to hear but when things got serious; I just smiled and drifted off to someone else, leaving a wake of tears in my path.  But what comes around goes around… which was certainly true in my case.  I received my just punishment tenfold upon meeting the Blond Haired Barbie Doll that would twist my guts into dust and trust my psyche into the pits of hell.

 

     I met her at a gym while resting my aching muscles in the sauna. She was a dazzling beauty.  She was blond with a slender body that made one’s eyes pop with pleasure. Her smile; made my heart do flip flops. We hung out in the gym till it closed, I was enchanted and besotted.

 

     A faint warning bell lingered in my gut as she walked out of the locker dressed in her everyday clothing. Her natural beauty was all covered in makeup and glitzy cloths. Her hair; frozen by hair spray. Her fingers were ringed with baubles and glittery things. She still was beautiful but in a cosmopolitan type of way. And there was a slight change in her persona as well; she now had a hard edge to her. I should have run away right then and there but my lustful desires entrapped me.

 

     Over the months our affair was in full swing. She had money�"I did not. She had a good job�"I did not. I was living off my G.I bill playing the student.  I was her boy toy and in a weird way she became my jailer. Don’t get me wrong, I had it made. I lived in her apartment, rent free, she paid for everything, and we looked great together. I was a smiling gigolo. One thing though- she was freaking crazy.

 

     There were literally two sides to her. The one that the majority of people saw and knew was a materialistic, arrogant and at times, mean-spirited. She was demanding and thin skinned and had one hell of a temper. I was her dutiful servant when we were out in public. Money and looks could buy a lot of things and I was a bought man. I just didn’t like this person let alone love her.

 

     The other side was delightful and truly lovable.  A transformation came over her when she undressed into her sleeping attire. Her makeup was off, her smile was real and her innocence regained. She was sweet, shy and pliable. She was funny and everything I could want in a women. She was the women I met in the sauna.  But in this persona she also was bug-s**t crazy. She believed she was Jim Morrison, of the Doors, daughter and claimed to talk to him in her dreams. She also stared at me with a weird look in her eyes when she thought I was asleep. Each night before I slept I prayed to anything that was holy that she wouldn’t slit my throat.

 

     When I broke off the affair she beat the hell out of me…I didn’t care. I was free from her madness and left with my life intact.  We all pay for our sins…