Remedial Dating
They have all become very accomplished men and women, but I always smile when I remember our formative years. The lazy afternoons on the track, pretending to titrate in the labs... camp outs on the islands, and the dreaded assemblies.
Stef said that the most important thing I taught her was how to catch grapes tossed to her (without hands, Mom!). (Grrr; I must've been more inspiring than that!) We have taken divergent paths that have surprisingly, crossed on different continents, during different times of our lives. I remember seeing her in New York on a cold winter day. We hopped from corner store to corner store to keep my fingers. We met in Singapore to eat at the hawker center. We met in London to eat Indian.
But I think I didn't expect to be chaperone on her date. It was too late to turn back. He appeared to be a nice guy, and bought us dinner. She was on the phone texting all that time. Her other friends were giving her advice on what to do. There was so much action, I had to cover up by eating alot. And talking to Simon. I swallowed some chilli peppers and think I ate something long and slithery. She was occasionally charming. Said all the right things. And why was I eating senselessly? I must've wanted her to have a successful date. The soup was sour in a non hot-and-sour way. I took it without flinching. The noodles were full of lard. I looked like a fan of lard.
All of a sudden, she dropped her phone. And she became silent. Rats!
The path to equality led to some strange, but in retrospect, not unexpected results. Stef has her own labs, makes her own lines of cosmetics and skin care products ("guaranteed to keep you young forever" she tells me while stuffing my hands with her chemicals). And I love her like the sister she has been, with all my heart.
Perhaps one in a hundred, or are there more? Programmed to work hard, with a scorching road ahead. There was little time for anything else. But I have to say, we did invest in remedial dating. So our paths crossed again.
Stef said that the most important thing I taught her was how to catch grapes tossed to her (without hands, Mom!). (Grrr; I must've been more inspiring than that!) We have taken divergent paths that have surprisingly, crossed on different continents, during different times of our lives. I remember seeing her in New York on a cold winter day. We hopped from corner store to corner store to keep my fingers. We met in Singapore to eat at the hawker center. We met in London to eat Indian.
But I think I didn't expect to be chaperone on her date. It was too late to turn back. He appeared to be a nice guy, and bought us dinner. She was on the phone texting all that time. Her other friends were giving her advice on what to do. There was so much action, I had to cover up by eating alot. And talking to Simon. I swallowed some chilli peppers and think I ate something long and slithery. She was occasionally charming. Said all the right things. And why was I eating senselessly? I must've wanted her to have a successful date. The soup was sour in a non hot-and-sour way. I took it without flinching. The noodles were full of lard. I looked like a fan of lard.
All of a sudden, she dropped her phone. And she became silent. Rats!
The path to equality led to some strange, but in retrospect, not unexpected results. Stef has her own labs, makes her own lines of cosmetics and skin care products ("guaranteed to keep you young forever" she tells me while stuffing my hands with her chemicals). And I love her like the sister she has been, with all my heart.
Perhaps one in a hundred, or are there more? Programmed to work hard, with a scorching road ahead. There was little time for anything else. But I have to say, we did invest in remedial dating. So our paths crossed again.