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Mishalak's 5th of November
Nov. 5th, 2005 12:01 amRemember, remember...
Hello Lady San Francisco.
And you reply, "Hello Sir, you have the advantage for I do not know your name."
I, I have no name in truth, but you may call me M. I was never a great fan of yours Lady San Francisco, oh I know what you must be thinking, but no I am not one of those who hates you from afar with the venom that the country boy holds for the big and dangerous city. It was simply the case that I never thought I would live anywhere but my home state so it never occurred to me to either long for your foggy hills or to glare westward towards them.
"So what changed your mind", you ask with perhaps just a bit of smugness, knowing that all who come here cannot fail to fall hopelessly in love with you.
But to your surprise I respond that I never did change my mind. I moved here for a job I was offered nearly out of the blue when I was unemployed. I came with an open mind determined to enjoy the experience, however long it would last. But I do not think it will last terribly long for now that I am here I find that I am in love with another. A childhood friend whom I always took for granted until I lived far away from her.
"And what is it that this hussy offers you that I cannot offer you more of and better?"
Love Lady San Francisco, Love. For simple unpretentious Denver loves in return as well as she is loved, and so far that is not something I have seen of you.
"You wound me unfairly, what of all the lovely boys in my Castro, the fashionable in Union Square, every sort of person with every sort of taste at my fairs, you cannot find my love there?"
Patiently I reply, Lust is not the same as love my lady. Simple friendship without even the sex would be better than lust in the place of love. Still I try to follow the advice of Mr. Dowd and be kind and not just smart. I am willing to give it another go even with all that has happened in these rough first three months. You know what they say bout it all being over by Christmas, that's never true, so I'll say it and give you to January. And if I do not feel differently by then I shall return to the dry and cold mountains of Colorado that will always be my home.
Adieu Lady San Francisco
Hello Lady San Francisco.
And you reply, "Hello Sir, you have the advantage for I do not know your name."
I, I have no name in truth, but you may call me M. I was never a great fan of yours Lady San Francisco, oh I know what you must be thinking, but no I am not one of those who hates you from afar with the venom that the country boy holds for the big and dangerous city. It was simply the case that I never thought I would live anywhere but my home state so it never occurred to me to either long for your foggy hills or to glare westward towards them.
"So what changed your mind", you ask with perhaps just a bit of smugness, knowing that all who come here cannot fail to fall hopelessly in love with you.
But to your surprise I respond that I never did change my mind. I moved here for a job I was offered nearly out of the blue when I was unemployed. I came with an open mind determined to enjoy the experience, however long it would last. But I do not think it will last terribly long for now that I am here I find that I am in love with another. A childhood friend whom I always took for granted until I lived far away from her.
"And what is it that this hussy offers you that I cannot offer you more of and better?"
Love Lady San Francisco, Love. For simple unpretentious Denver loves in return as well as she is loved, and so far that is not something I have seen of you.
"You wound me unfairly, what of all the lovely boys in my Castro, the fashionable in Union Square, every sort of person with every sort of taste at my fairs, you cannot find my love there?"
Patiently I reply, Lust is not the same as love my lady. Simple friendship without even the sex would be better than lust in the place of love. Still I try to follow the advice of Mr. Dowd and be kind and not just smart. I am willing to give it another go even with all that has happened in these rough first three months. You know what they say bout it all being over by Christmas, that's never true, so I'll say it and give you to January. And if I do not feel differently by then I shall return to the dry and cold mountains of Colorado that will always be my home.
Adieu Lady San Francisco