Hubba Hubba Awooga Silver Fox

Heading for the dumpster today, who did I run into but the famous Hubba Hubba Awooga Silver Fox.

He, like Miracle Man seemed somewhat depressed.

Greeting him with "Hey, Stranger, how’s it going?", he responded, "I’m living through it" and went on to say "It ain’t easy. I’m walking around mad and upset most of the time …… There’s something, like a vibe that’s going around and it don’t seem right to me and I don’t know if it’s, you know, everybody is kind of upset, can’t figure out what’s coming, and it ain’t a good thing you know".

I really didn’t know how to respond to all of that other than to say walking around mad and upset will make you ill, stay away from the news and have faith.

We chatted for a bit and I learned he has two ex-wives, no children by the second wife — whose name is Shirley of all things, but three kids by the first wife.

He’s been divorced from Shirley for 15 years, but has maintained contact with her the entire 15 years, due to family.

How a man speaks of his mother, ex-girlfriends, ex-wives is a tell as to what kind of person he is. Of Shirley, Silver Fox says, "She’s probably one of the best woman I’ve met in my life" and that she says he’s one of the best men which, to me, begs the question why the divorce?

I suggested, "Maybe you two will get back together", to which he responded, "The world is changing, so we’ve been talking about it (getting back together) pretty good lately".

My rule is …… never go back, but it seems the economy is driving folks into reconciliations OR at least stomaching each other for mutual benefit.

Silver Fox is really interesting to talk to. In addition to the above, I also learned he’ll be 75 in two weeks, doesn’t like to be around a lot of people (we have that in common) and that, in his words, "I should have been dead three different times".

I’d like to know more about what has happened in his life to make him say that and, if given an opportunity, I’ll see if I can get that out of him before he moves out to rejoin his ex-wife.

If you’re wondering how I managed to get most of our conversation word for word, without using my shorthand skills … ever since that weird little man approached me that day, I set my phone to record video when I leave the unit, just in case I see him again and can capture a photo, off the video, should I have further difficulties.

Thus it was, video was running when I ran into the Silver Fox. I was able to record the conversation AND, at long last, capture a photo for you.

Now keep in mind, Silver Fox’s looks may not be for everyone but, around here, and to me personally, he’s delicious eye candy with a sexy Obama aura.

I also, during the week, managed to capture a photo of the neighbor’s late 20’s something son who made a play for me — put a note on my door with his telephone number, suggesting I call him sometime.

I’m not posting that because, at a distance, he looks okay and seems a nice enough kid; but the photo shows him up close and personal. Let’s just say, at that angle, he looks rough and so far from being attractive that I’m embarrassed to say he's who thought my old arse would be interested.

In other news, Long Beach Pride is this weekend and though I could have booked a hotel and walked to the Festival, what I really enjoy is the Parade, which the logistics are such that I can’t get to.

Twin 1 is no longer living along the Parade route, Granddaughter lives too far away from the site, there’s no hotel near enough for me to walk to the site, driving to and parking anywhere near the parade is an impossible task, so I’ll be missing the fun this year.