Writer's Ramblings

Dinah

Written by  February 28, 2007

There comes a time when a man has a need for something to come into his life and bring him back to a period when he knew who he was. Back to a period when things were simple and carefree and the baggage not so heavy. When the joy of life far outweighed the sorrow and the way we looked at ourselves was much more forgiving.

The first time I laid eyes on Dinah, it was love at first sight. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew right then that she had to be mine. Here was a creation almost too beautiful for this world. I must possess her at all costs. My whole life became focused on making Dinah my own.

I would go to see her several times a week at her place. I just had to gaze upon her beauty again and again so I wouldn't forget. I guess I was almost afraid that she was just a figment of my imagination or a mirage cooked up by my middle-aged brain trying to make me feel like a kid again. I had a great need to feel like a kid again. Kids don't know what we know, and with Dinah I could forget. Like Rocky, I could look up through battered and beaten eyes at my love and rise at the count of five and fight the fight and win. Dinah could be my inspiration to battle on.

Finally the day arrived when my prayers were answered, Dinah and I became one, and she’s really mine! With her, excitement for life returns. The sun begins to shine again, the dark clouds disappear. I am no longer a tired, beaten, middle-aged man running headlong into old age. I am now a 20-year-old guy feeling like Snoopy looks when he's doing his happy dance. Life is really good. Everything just feels new again. When I'm out with my Dinah, people look at me differently. I see the other men checking us out. I see them nod to me with their approval, and I know what they are thinking. They all want to be me. They see her incredible beauty and they want her too. I see the dream-like trance come over their faces, and I know they are imagining themselves with Dinah. They think about the quiet desperation of their lives and they envy me. They want to possess her just like I did, but she's mine, and no man could take her away from me. I'd fight to the death to protect her and God help any man that disrespected her. Most men instinctively realize how dangerous it would be to bad-mouth a beauty like Dinah.

She's always ready no matter what time of the day or night. Never a complaint or a headache. Never a turn-down. If it's midnight and a bunch of friends come by and they want us to go out on the town, Dinah is always ready. She never says no. Never in a bad mood. Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I get up, turn on the lights and just sit and look at her for hours and hours reveling in her beauty. I love looking at every soft curve and angle. I feel like an adolescent boy seeing the nakedness of the female body for the first time. These quiet times are like a four-course gourmet meal for my soul. Drinking in every inch of her beauty all at once almost overwhelms my senses.
And when she makes her Heavenly music (oh yes, she makes music too) I must close my eyes or risk being overcome. Overcome by the beauty that is rushing into my brain from all of my senses.

Dinah you will be mine forever. I promise to always take good care of you and never abuse you in any way. And when I die I promise that you will be cared for by people that will love you as much as I do. Because Dinah, I love you as much as any man has ever loved his…Harley Dyna Low Rider.

By Manfive Irish