Lady in Black

Jefferson Davis — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 01:34:18 +0000

I have for years been terrified of getting involved with a woman that my father has had relations with in the past. In fact, I have asked women in the past if they knew of my father. He’s a great man and all, but…ahem…to say he’s a ladies man would be putting it lightly.

Last night, I was at a wake for my grandaunt. She was a great lady and will be missed by me and the rest of the family. But, we know that she’s in a better place. While at the reception of sorts last eve, a gorgeous dark-haired woman walked into the vestibule. She was wearing a netted at the top black blouse, a short black skirt, black stockings, and black knee high boots.

I was standing with two Uncle’s and a cousin discussing something that I could have cared less about. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the woman. She stood in the doorway and stared back at me for what must have been ten minutes. I turned away and started a conversation with another cousin, not wanting to be obvious or weird. She walked to where I was, looked me up and down, but never uttered a word.

She walked over to my grandmother and talked to her for a few minutes. Her dark eyes and black dress stood out from the crowd and she knew it. I didn’t figure it right to introduce myself and flirt at a wake, so when she left, I started asking around trying to get a grasp on who she was. She could’ve been the devil for all I knew.

Later on last night, I discovered who she was but that was just the beginning of the story. Have you ever seen someone from across a room and knew that there was something there and that you had to speak to that person and find out more about them? It has happened to me on a few occasions, last night being one of them.

The internment was this afternoon, so I was hoping to catch up with her today. She didn’t show up but I figured I’d find out more from my cousin who she knew.

After the service, I called my father and told him about the lady in black. I described her perfectly. He paused for a minute and started telling me that he knew her. To make an x-rated story short, he told me that he used to know her very well. My pops has since straightened his life out and is living the way he should.

Uncle Elathon stopped by my house earlier. He laughed when I told him the story, and said, “It’d be your luck to fall in love with a woman with a son or daughter and to find out that the kid would be your brother or sister”.

I laughed, and said, “My greatest fear is to fall in love with a woman and find out that she’s my half sister or something”!

Almost spilling his coffee with laughter, he asked, “Is that why you go to Ireland so you don’t have your father to compete with?”.

“Shut up and drink yer coffee auld fella.”

I don’t go to Ireland or anywhere else looking for women. The usually find me.

Simple Things

Jefferson Davis — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 03:46:15 +0000

You gave me that,
That small fragile thing;
To you it was insignificant
To me the entire cosmos.
It was with that,
That you pulled me in.
I couldn’t let go,
And never ever will.
Thank you for that,
That little simple thing.

Video by Third Eye Blind.

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