Daily Prompt: Unfurl

Unfurl Our Flag

Where freedom reigns,

diversity is celebrated,

and all mankind are equal.

Where the sick have health care,

the poor receive a helping hand,

and refugees find sanctuary.

Where tolerance is expected,

dreams are encouraged, 

and all live in peace.

 

 

Daily Prompt: Glaring – The End of Love

He stood there glaring: narrowed eyes, set jaw, thin lips.

“You better think about what you’re doing before you leave.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m telling you to think about what you’re doing.”

She paused, thinking of something to say. And then she turned and walked away.

 

Daily Prompt: tea

This was a pick-up line from the late 60s into the 70s. I started high school in 1975 and I never got the meaning of this line. The sexual innuendo was lost on me. Now in my 50s, the meaning is blatantly obvious, but back then I just didn’t get it.

I knew there was something sexual about it. What I couldn’t figure out was what sex had to do with coffee or tea. It was a puzzle. And I was a little dense. Okay, I was a lot dense.

Someone asked me this question once and in typical Jane fashion, I laughed.

“Oh, you are so funny!”

When I worked as a teller for Scotiabank we had a client who would tell dirty jokes while he waited for us to complete his transactions. My response? I would give a nervous titter.

One day after he left the teller next to me said,

“Why do you laugh at his jokes?”

I don’t know, I’m nervous. I don’t know what to say so I laugh.”

“Well stop encouraging him!”

The next time he came in he was at the wicket next to me and he told a dirty joke. The teller didn’t acknowledge him and I didn’t laugh.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he said.

No, you should not have,” she replied

He never told another dirty joke.

To this day, if a man says something suggestive, and I don’t know what to say I laugh.

“Ha ha ha”

Last year I decided to join a dating site. If you’ve never been on one it is an eye-opening experience. Gone are the days of sexual innuendo. On dating sites, there are a lot of men who are very direct. I had one man send me a message.

“Wanna go for coffee?”

Before I had a chance to respond he made another comment.

“I want you to wrap your legs around me and ride me hard.”

Wow! I still blush when I tell this story. And no I didn’t meet him for coffee or anything else. There was a lot of shocking, in your face messages. I thought I was in another world without a map.

I once asked my adult daughter, “When a guy invites you in for a drink is that code for sex or does he literally mean a drink?”

Her response, “Mum, if you don’t want to have sex then don’t have sex.”

Suddenly, it all became clear to me. It’s about choices and I have lots of them. No means no and if I misunderstand the meaning of your offer, I can refuse your offer and that’s okay.

Fortunately, I’ve never been in a situation where I was pressured into having sex. If I was, I was clueless. I really don’t ‘speak’ sexual innuendo very well.

About a year ago, I met Michael at a bar for a drink. We had been corresponding on the dating site and decided it was time to meet in person. In the time we communicated online there was never any sexual innuendo. He was respectful and sweet. We were speaking the same language and I felt comfortable with our conversations.

Michael is a little rough around the edges. A diamond in the rough. But I’ll take him any day over a “coffee, tea or me?” smooth talker.

 

 

Daily Prompt: Traditional

Delicious Dutch Chocolate Letters

Chocolate letters are a traditional gift for Christmas. Every year I counted on receiving a box with my initial. A little bit of chocolatey goodness on Christmas morning.

When I married we kept some traditions from both sides of the family and created some of our own. Giving my children a chocolate letter had more to do with the nostalgia I felt rather than their enjoyment of receiving a letter.

When my marriage ended there were a lot of changes, but the gift of a chocolate letter continued. It was a link to my past and a link to my children’s childhood.

A couple of years ago I picked up letters for my kids around the end of November. They sell quickly. If you don’t want to settle for an alternate initial you have to buy them early. The problem with buying them early is that chocolate in the house is so tempting.

I bought 6 letters that year. One for each of my 3 kids, myself, and two of my kids’ dates. Over the next week, I ate them all! I went out and bought 6 more and then proceeded to eat all of them again. What can I tell you? I’m weak.

By the third week, some of the letters were sold out. I was fortunate that all the letters I needed were still available. I put away the two for the girlfriend and boyfriend because I wanted to make a good impression. My kids are used to me being okay with ‘good enough’. If their letter isn’t available I go with the initial of their last name, middle name or in times of desperation anything.

With the girlfriend and boyfriend’s letters hidden away, I only had 4 letters that week. I had to buy 3 more letters and two of them were last name initials. My chocolate letter binge was over.

Ironically, I forgot to give my kids their letters and ended up eating them after Christmas.  I continued buying letters until February as the less common initials didn’t sell. It took me that long to stop my chocolate letter obsession.

It seems that it’s also traditional for me to gain weight at Christmastime.