Holidays are about love...right? I tried to be a good person. I tried to focus on my family and the real reason for the season, but when she walked through my front door, I knew I would succumb. I put her in the kitchen thinking that if she just stayed in there, I wouldn't want her. That's what affairs are about, right...wants and not needs. I didn't need her; I had everything I needed before she ever came to visit. But, what are you gonna do when old friends show up for the holidays? Should I have left her out on the front doorstep like the trash that some say she is. She's just as guilty as I am...at least I think so. So here's how it all happened. OR..."see, what had happened was!"
I vacuumed, mopped, dusted, folded laundry...I even cleaned a toilet trying to forget her, but I couldn't. She was there in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind. Each time I closed my eyes or found myself lost in thought (lol...if you find yourself lost in though, are you really lost any longer?), she was there. I know I sound weak, but man...I could see right through what she was wearing. She was perfect: beautiful light brown in hue, firm where it mattered...in fact, I marveled at her symmetry. Still, I'm a strong man, so I resisted the urge to "visit" with her. I knew it would be wrong...she wouldn't be good for me...she would only lead to other bad things. I should have sent her to stay with other relatives or friends; I should have put her right back in her car when she arrived. But, I didn't...and I was weak.
Alas, one night during my holiday break, I didn't eat dinner with the rest of my family...no, I gave in to her wanting glances. I walked into my kitchen...the kitchen my wife and I share, and I...I ripped off her plastic wrap excuse for a covering. It was the beginning of the end for me...I just couldn't help myself. She looked too good...smelled too good. So, I cut myself a larger-than-I-needed piece of pecan pie and gave in.
She was good...real good. But now she's gone, and all I'm left with is a painful reminder of her every time I step on the scale.
Hello...my name is Jordan, and I love pecan pie..especially when Becky Bates makes it!