Message to a stranger

I must say...

I'm a little ambivalent on how I feel now that I've reached the end of "Call Me Chief." I meant to write you a few nights ago but I've been occupied with the new mattress.

One of my first jobs right out of high school was working at a bookstore at a mall in Daly City. Just like any bookstore or library, all the books were stored together by genre --sci fi with sci fi, fantasy with fantasy, new age with new age. The one section I just h8ted to put away (yes, I used the symbolic "8" to emphasized how much h8te is involved) and 'til this day wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... was romance series.

A kid out of high school can take only so much of another Fabio's topless picture, embracing a younger woman on a red paperback-bound copy of the new edition to the romance series. Suburban housewives coming into the store every Tuesday evening to pick up a copy.

"Harlequin Star! This is just Harlequin; I'm looking for Harlequin Star!"

Is that right, Ms.? Is Fabio giving it to you better in a book than your husband is in the bedroom?

Danielle Steele needs to stop writing for that matter (give it a 2 month break at least, please!)...but I digress...

In some ways, and I'd hate to admit it, I "almost" understand the psyche of these Daly City suburban housewives. They use Fabio to distract them from the monotony of their every day lives. Not comparing you to Fabio or anything ('cuz you'll always be Billy Zane), but your facetiae has been keeping me in good company; albeit, I'm by myself.

Whether you're ranting about the dynamics of gay and lesbian couples, or analyzing the ambiguity of a street sign, or something simple as expressing how the word "ooooooh" makes you feel; translating what's in your head down on paper is easier said than done... literally.

I'm not even sure where I'm going with this and I'm a little apprehensive to tell you what my initial thoughts were when I first started reading. To be honest after I read you majored in Poli Sci, I was convinced you were a Republican; only because one of my friends turned out to be Republican after we finished our undergrad. Mea Culpa

So even though we're both "coincidentally" not into books, I wanted to pass along an African Proverb my professor quoted a long time ago.

"Everyone in the journey of life is like a book waiting to be read and shared. And at the end of your journey, your quality of life is not measured by monetary or material possessions, but by the size of your library."

~patiently waiting for the next entry... no pressure