The Kontrabida
In response to my previous post, someone sent me an email saying, in gist, that I am the hero of "my movie" and that I should not feel like I'm a bit player in my own life.
Okaaay...
If I am the hero of "my movie", then the kontrabida has got to be Butch. No, he is not my stepbrother. No, he doesn't compel me to wash his boxers. No, he hasn't pushed me down a flight of stairs. But the fact that Marga has chosen to get to know him and spend time with him makes Butch the my romantic life's bane.
Butch is a far cry from Max Alavarado though. He is 5'10", reasonably fit, a good dresser, ocassionally amusing and according to Marga and Joanne, "cute" (Why do women use the same adjective to describe an attractive man and a small dog? Just wondering -- ). He is suitably competent as an account manager for the multi-national we work for. He comes from a good family -- comfortably moneyed. He drives several ... well, let's just say, he loses no sleep over MMDA's Unified Vehicular Volume Reduction Program.
On paper, Butch sounds like a guy women would readily agree to go on a blind date with. But in the few months that I've known him, my sentiment for him could only be described as distrust.
He's an okay guy most of the time. But I have seen he is capable of commonplace flagitiousness I personally detest. The small, frequent white lies to customers, delivered with ease. The padded expense claims. The careless, offensive remarks, masquerading as humor. The meanness to chauffers and waiters. The lack of compassion for people who live on the streets.
The man can be one giant gaping asshole. While I have known many giant, gaping assholes, this one is being pursued by the love of my life. So that makes him more objectionable than others.
Okaaay...
If I am the hero of "my movie", then the kontrabida has got to be Butch. No, he is not my stepbrother. No, he doesn't compel me to wash his boxers. No, he hasn't pushed me down a flight of stairs. But the fact that Marga has chosen to get to know him and spend time with him makes Butch the my romantic life's bane.
Butch is a far cry from Max Alavarado though. He is 5'10", reasonably fit, a good dresser, ocassionally amusing and according to Marga and Joanne, "cute" (Why do women use the same adjective to describe an attractive man and a small dog? Just wondering -- ). He is suitably competent as an account manager for the multi-national we work for. He comes from a good family -- comfortably moneyed. He drives several ... well, let's just say, he loses no sleep over MMDA's Unified Vehicular Volume Reduction Program.
On paper, Butch sounds like a guy women would readily agree to go on a blind date with. But in the few months that I've known him, my sentiment for him could only be described as distrust.
He's an okay guy most of the time. But I have seen he is capable of commonplace flagitiousness I personally detest. The small, frequent white lies to customers, delivered with ease. The padded expense claims. The careless, offensive remarks, masquerading as humor. The meanness to chauffers and waiters. The lack of compassion for people who live on the streets.
The man can be one giant gaping asshole. While I have known many giant, gaping assholes, this one is being pursued by the love of my life. So that makes him more objectionable than others.
