This week has had a variety of weird things.
Yesterday, my wanna-be-lover already-married-to-someone-else old-enough-to-be-my-father sicko who has been coming on to me since I was in college made another move.
I suppose it was “my fault” because I almost made eye contact and I spoke directly to him. I said, in a not-particularly-interested voice, “You’ve made it for the last two minutes.” Referring to the meeting he was entering at literally the last two minutes.
Which gave him full permission to step forward and caressingly brush the hair off of my face. Touching my cheek in the process.
PUKE. GROSS. EWWWWWW.
And in front of a bunch of people, too! See, I’m always taken aback so I’m never ready to fire off one of my well-rehearsed come backs. Like, “DON’T TOUCH ME” or “THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR” or “DON’T EVER EVER DO THAT (or say that) AGAIN.”
Because generally I take serious precautions. I go the other way when I see him coming. I NEVER make eye contact. If he speaks directly to me, I hmm non-commitally and beat a fast exit, even mid-sentence. I don’t even speak to the people around him, since the time a few years ago I went to greet his teenage son and he had the audacity to call me “eye candy” four times within 1 minute…in front of his son.
Maybe I should take up karate. A swift kick to the shins should do the trick. Or what was the Miss Congeniality trick? Foot, abdomen, neck, groin. I don’t remember.
And the other weird thing that has happened this week is that I’ve been craving meat. The intense craving has subsided now, blessedly. But for a number of nights I laid awake thinking lovingly and longingly about chicken. Roast chicken. Burger King chicken sandwiches. Juicy chicken breasts. And steak. And beef bowl. And Carl Buddig beef slices. And pastrami. And I almost cried to think that I will not have Thanksgiving turkey this year, yet again. A whole lifetime ahead of me with no Thanksgiving turkey. And no post-Thanksgiving turkey sandwiches.
I’ve been a vegetarian for over ten years. I stopped craving these things at least three years ago. I thought I was over this.
Somehow beans and grains and vegemeat and gluten just don’t cut it sometimes.
But now it’s over, and the thought of putting an animal’s flesh inside my mouth and chewing it has lost most of its attraction. Now I just salivate at the thought of meat, but I don’t actually want to put it in my mouth.
Except the Thanksgiving turkey.
I’m chalking it up to serious pregnancy protein needs. Which apparently I’m meeting as I am no longer dreaming of pot roast. Or beef stew.
Tonight’s dinner was a delicious bulgur-black bean salad (with cucumbers, cilantro, tomatoes, and avocado…seasoned with salt, pepper, and apple cider vinegar)…how’s that for a complete protein? I do wish, however, that I didn’t finish those white bread rolls last night. Ooh, how I’d love one with butter before I fall into bed. But white bread doesn’t have very much protein. I guess I’ll have to settle for a glass of soymilk.
Hey, in other news, I bought a table for our kitchen today. It’s a cute, low, solid wood, dark brown, round table. I got it at Community Services for only FIVE DOLLARS. Thanks Onalea! Now I need some chairs.
AND, I got winter vegetables for the garden, as my transplants died before they lived. Broccoli, bok choy, green onions, celery, cabbage, lettuce. And pansies. And heliotope. (Is it tope or trope?) I’m trying to get a flowering perennial at every trip to the nursery. My garden needs more permanent plants.