Returning to My Monogamous Nature

 

Carole writes Howie: 18 Jan 2003 09:20:07 EST Subject: I can do Honesty

 

Dear Howie,  If you are not turned off by pink hair, I'd love to come by Sunday and check out every department of the Howie Hug Shop.  I have church until 11:30 and then my monthly Volunteer Meeting until 1:30, so it would be after 2PM.  I have heard there is a ball game on that most of Tampa will be watching.  When does that start, so that I don't keep you from it?

 

I was born blonde, but when I got pregnant with my daughter it turned brown, like hers, and never did lighten back up.  I have tried to wear it dark, but it freaked me out every time I went past a mirror.  I love grey hair and have tried my entire life to find the colour closest to grey that I can dye mine.  Funny, they make all kinds of products to eliminate grey and none to cause it.  This stuff didn't look red on the box, nor in the description, but it definitely has a pink caste to it.  What is really funny about that is I always end up painting houses pink.  I like the adobe, cream colours and yet no matter what I pick, when I am done with the house, people refer to it as "the pink house".  Since most of my properties have been in low rent neighborhoods, that has actually been an advantage, but it was never my intention.   You don't want my help when you go to pick paint.

 

Today is a VERY happy day for me.  As soon as I woke up, to the sound of someone wanting in my gate, I came to see if there was any word from you.  As always, I am just in awe of your spirit.  Maybe you don't hear the rest of the universe audibly, like I do, but you certainly do at an intellectual level.  You get it.  It kind of reminds me of horses and masters.  When a horse knows you and understands you it anticipates your moves and seems to flow as one with you.  When a horse has just been exposed to a new rider, the new rider has to tell the horse and push the horse into what the rider wants.  We are both "horses".  I just have to be kicked and yelled at by the Master to get my attention.  You are already flowing with anticipation and understanding.

 

The people at the gate were the gunnite crew for the pool.  They ran over my water line and now I have a pool in the front yard AND the back yard.  No one speaks English (or French), so I just got in from pantomiming how to shut off the water.  It could have been worse.  I could have been in the middle of colouring my hair and been forced to go out in public to find a shower.  Or, worse yet, to

you.  Talk about seeing someone at their worst!

 

I never asked you about your past because it seems most people are very private.  As someone who has been alone a while, I know the underlying insinuation of "what is wrong with you?" when people ask why you are not married.  People always want to know why my husband would have left me and

not knowing if that was even the case I can never answer that.  As someone with a wild imagination, I have always found that the truth is far easier to take than not knowing.  I will always lay my cards on the table and if you find it offensive just tell me and I will play silently.

 

Before I hit send last night, "big Bob" called and apologized for "little Bob" acting out his emotions.  He said that to just walk away was to cut his nose off to spite his face.  He realized that his reason for coming to me initially was for guidance in the foreclosure market and he feels that together we can make a lot of money.  Our talents do compliment each other in such a manner that I believe that could be true.  He said that the sexual tension between us almost had to be handled the way it was in order to get it out of the way so that we can concentrate on business and not on wondering what the other would be like in bed.

 

He believes that in time I will be so enamoured with him that I wouldn't be able to be with anyone else, and that until that is true, he doesn't want to have a sexual relationship with