The crazy thing is, I have written some character studies on three
homeless people around Delaware, Ohio. I have also, tried to use my
imagination and intuitiveness, to dig deeper and build these essays
to include more well-rounded characters. Well, a man who has talked
to me a few times, younger by at least ten years or more had asked
me for my phone number before.
I did not tell him my phone number. I did tell him that he seemed
‘too young’ and I had ‘enough male friends already.’ So he launched
into a lower-voiced, loud whispered ‘tirade’ against women who ‘judge’
Honestly, he looks quite attractive, so that is not my reason for
not handing out my phone number.
Wait a minute! I am not known for being judgmental.
I pointed out, looking anxiously at the librarian to see if our
voices were reaching her ears, in her audible range,
“Women need to be careful about giving details to people they
really don’t know!”
Let’s start at the beginning…
This younger man I met, had introduced himself as Chad a few weeks
ago, at the library. He’s the man I may have mentioned was heading
awhile ago to Roop’s (Roop Brother’s Bar) to sing for Open Mic night.
He had asked me if I would like to join him for a drink and wait
until his turn to sing at Open Mic Night.
I had not taken him up on an offer for a drink. This may or may not
‘ring’ a bell, but since I mention lots of details, I would not expect
you to remember this one man. I liked the way he smelled, (like a
bar of Irish Spring soap!) and he wore a nice pair of blue jeans,
a plaid flannel shirt in greens. He was thin, wiry with dark ‘salt
and pepper’ hair.
I felt a little uncomfortable that time a few weeks ago, as I walked
home. Not afraid he would jump out in the alley behind the library,
but mainly contemplating my motives for not giving my phone number
out or taking him up for a simple drink out. I used to go to that
particular Thursday night regular activity, enjoying the local
musical scene, including Felicia’s friend, Morgan Treni. I spent a
few moments thinking about whether or not I had been judging him.
It could be truthfully, my decision was partly impacted by the
fact that he was also using a computer in the library.
I know, that would be kind of ‘two-faced.’ It did make me stop
and wonder whether or not to get involved.
Mainly, I am not Cher!
I am not Jennifer Lopez!
I cannot afford a younger man, who may be an aspiring singer!
This makes me smile, thinking as my mind wanders off to last
Wednesday’s “Hot in Cleveland,” show. That is a little ‘gem’
which I like to play ‘channel surfing’ with, catching glimpses
of its incredibly funny ‘take’ on older men and women’s love
lives. The bonus part is how there have been so many other
oldies show up to take a role in the show. I enjoyed when the
“Emergency!” show squad showed up, the “CHIPS” guys were in
a Cleveland bar, at the same time the characters were, etc.
Only one other post was on this subject, the one where Wendie
Malick’s character wears a product similarly to Depends.
I laughed last week, when Betty White sashayed into the room,
while the others, Valerie Bertinelli, Jane Leeves and Wendie
Malick were sitting on the sofa and a comfy chair. Her funny
announcement, tickled me:
“I have decided to take a lover!”
The ongoing conversation stopped, of course. Another added
titillating detail was thrown out, in a provocative tone,
“And he is much younger than I am!”
She raised her eyebrow and gave each of the women in the room,
a glance or a wink. Betty White is a professional and knows how
to ‘milk’ a crowd and build great laughs. This show is ‘filmed
in front of a live audience,’ too! They were roaring and hooting,
So, along with being not as rich or flamboyant as Cher or as
incredibly beautiful and hot, like Jennifer, I have to say I am
not as bold and brazen as Betty White’s character is, on that
comedy show! (By the way, if you ever get a chance to see this
show, or wish to know the background on this fantastic cast
with lots of comedic histories for each character, you can look
it up! I used to watch Wendie in “Just Shoot Me,” Jane in “Frasier,”
and Valerie Bertinelli, as a teenager in the show, “One Day at a
Time” and later, in “Touched by an Angel” and movies, too. )
So, I was busily typing and trying to get my May Monthly Calendar
rough draft completed over the weekend. I had plans to pick up
my two grandsons, we had chosen a few titles of movies, were
going to have an egg hunt, along with hiding in the dark later
that evening, using flashlights. I was dressed for the first
destination, after I picked the boys up: Mingo Park.
Chad was sitting next to me, asking me how he could set up
a wordpress account, along with his having heard there was a
website to get money for potential production of musical CD’s.
I really was mad at myself, for being ‘too friendly’ to this
man and also, for my being accessible. I could not get up
and leave my computer, get in line and get a number, since
it was one of the ‘busiest’ computer days: Saturday!
I wrote down the word, “Kickstarter” on my little pad of
paper. Whispered that he could look into this online,
for helping raise money for his CD. Then, I added,
“You could get the website printed on cards to pass out
at Open Mic nights around the city of Delaware, and even
I again, had led him to believe that I cared!
“I cannot keep doing this, Robin,” I thought to myself!
The next thing, was the last straw though. You will not
believe this one!!
Chad leaned over and asked me where my apartment building
was and how much was rent there?
Of course, I got nervous. I have conflicting feelings about
helping people when the situation brings me into a position
where there is a potential for danger. Also, somehow he may
wish to use me as a reference.
I had to look Chad, who is kind of cute for a younger forty
year old man, and say:
“I cannot tell you this. Sorry, Chad!”
He got up, humphed in a tone that was loud enough to catch
the librarian’s attention and gathered his backpack and stuff.
He crumpled up the piece of paper with the word, “Kickstarter”
on it, throwing change and his wallet, along with a notebook
into the backpack.
As I was leaving awhile later, the sympathetic librarian said
“You know, he is homeless. He lives at Andrews House, in the
Of all the luck…
I will try to restrain my overactive guilty conscience and
let this one go!