#Metaphors in the pedestrian full

He has a sponsor, goes to support-group meetings at least twice a month, and stays away from people and places that would trigger a relapse. The fact is that Joe kicked a cocaine habit in 1984. If this was a fairytale, I'd toss in some fluff about how I'm quite tidy and Joe, by his own admission, is messy. I'm Jewish and he's Catholic I've got my master's degree and he dropped out of high school.

I hadn't been dating anyone else since I'd come upon Joe, but did I want to stand pat with him? I was now loaded down with deadlines for numerous projects and had no leisure time to keep prowling. We'd been seeing each other for over a month. Joe said, 'No way.' We had $10 riding on the outcome.ДЄ bigger concern for me was whether I could bet on the relationship. I had read the bridge would be completed by early September.

We strolled hand-in-hand to the bridge after dinner. This is the way I put food on a table too. Memorial Day weekend Joe made dinner for me at his house: spinach salad, corn on the cob, sweet potatoes, chicken and a fruit plate. He whispered in my ear on the bridge May 22, 'I might be falling in love with you.' (He has a great ass too.) I'm an intense handful, but Joe seemed my match. He's also attentive, appreciative and accepting. He is the most affectionate man I've ever met, without being clingy. Rarely shy, I phoned and suggested we should kiss at the bridge beforehand - and we did.ДЄ list of 'A's' about Joe was lining up. I wasn't eager to smooch after eating fish. Second date should be time for a real kiss. 'dressed nice' for having dinner at the Third Street Pier. Joe told me to be at the bridge on Saturday at 5 p.m. Outside, he kissed me on the top of the head and inquired about getting together the next weekend. He grew up in Shorewood, doesn't drink coffee, doesn't smoke, and enjoys swimming and hiking. We ate at Beans and Barley, where I discovered we had other things in common. Sweet potatoes? I thought only women craved them.

#Metaphors in the pedestrian full

A man with a full head of hair, a cleft chin, buff, four years younger than I am, and one of his favorite foods is sweet potatoes. Joe is primarily a vegetarian, just like me. We stopped halfway and sat facing each other with our legs straddling one of the beams and talked, initially about where we'd go for dinner. I'd requested ahead of time for Joe to walk across with me. Joe and I linked up for our first date at the bridge April 28. It became clear within nanoseconds that we were both single and exchanged names. The conversation moved right along though. I wished that I wasn't so sweaty, had shaved my legs, and was wearing a more attractive T-shirt and shorts. He explained he owned his own small construction company, lived nearby, and often stopped by the park on Sunday afternoons. When he reached me, I queried if he was on the job. So this mystery man on the bridge peaked my interest. Running errands, even in airports, I smiled as beguilingly as I could at all candidates. At events, I approached any man in my age range I considered appealing. I dropped a few bucks on new bras and kept my eyes wide open. With no major deadlines for over a month, I was determined to use all my energy to look for love. I had completed a big writing project and had another due to start the beginning of May. Nearing a half-century old, I wasn't in the mood to mope. 5 of this year, the day before our tenth anniversary, Jeff confessed he wanted the relationship to end and moved out in March. After a couple of lonely years, I met Jeff. The briefest of histories: I was married for sixteen years divorced in 1991. I noticed that he was over 40 and cute.ДЄt the time, I was smack dab in the middle of my six-week hunt to find a man before I turned 50. Maybe he was a foreman for the project and I could ask him when the bridge would be done. I was weighing if I had the gumption to cross, when I noticed a guy on one of the beams coming my way. All that was in place were the two main beams, over a foot wide, with thin wire stretched along the guide rails waist high on either side. Sunday, April 18, on a warm and windy afternoon, I jogged over to check out the progress on the pedestrian bridge the city was building at Caesar's Park (near Humboldt and North) about a mile from my flat.