Yup, so - not sure what inspired me for this one.
Won't say any more... read on.
I had a ton of problems in my life, to many to count, but
none of them had anything thing to do with women-folk.
Ever since I was a youngen I had ‘em all wrapped around my
finger. My ma, grandma, my aunts and all the neighbour women always thought I was
a sweetest little boy and would so anything to keep me smiling and making big
eyes at ‘em. I could get sweets and cakes and pretty much anything I wanted as
long as I gave ‘em a big smile and looked at ‘em with my baby blues.
When I got older, all the girls in the neighbourhood
wanted to be near me. They were drawn to me like moths to a flame, even before
I had any interest in ‘em. But it had it’s perks, I would always get homemade
snacks at recess, and I always had a seat on the bus rides.
When I started to like the attention, it only fuelled their
attraction. They were hangin’ off me at the high school dances and I always had
a pretty girl on my arm every Friday and Saturday night. It didn’t slow down in
collage either, I never had a lonely night, or a lonely bed. I always gave the
smart ones an extra wink, and they always helped me out with whatever homework
was assigned.
Yep, me and girls were just meant to be.
I finally did settle down with a pretty young girl a met in
my final year of collage. We were both studying in the library one evening and happened
to reach for the same reference book.
She took to me like a fish to water, wanted to know
everything about me; where I grew up, what I was studying, and what I wanted to
do. She was sweet, pretty and smart. we got
along great, found the same things funny, or sad, or touching. We stayed together for a long time, and I finally
figured it was time to ask her to marry me.
But still, I had her wrapped around my finger. She loved me,
and I loves her too, but I could get her to do just about anything.
Well, I finally met my match, and things have never been the
same again.
It happened late one night. I was in the waiting room of the
hospital; my wife had been wheeled in by the ambulance and emergency staff.
I filled out forms and paced nervously, waited impatiently.
A nurse burst through the double doors that separated me
from my wife’s screaming and asked me to come in, that it was time. My wife had
been having abdominal pains, horrifying, terrible, excruciating pains.
I suppose it was to be expected, she was in labour after all.
And then, after what seemed like hours of torture, my wife
gave birth to our daughter.
The nurse cleaned her up, wrapped her in a pink blanked and
handed her to me.
I held her in my arms, not knowing what to say, or what to
do, just knowing that my life would never be the same, and that my ability to
control all the women-folk in my life had come to a crashing halt. I knew, as I
looked at my beautiful perfect little daughter, that it was she who had me
wrapped around her tiny little finger.
No comments:
Post a Comment