Dont Mince Words

My friends keep me in check.  They also tease me about some of my more memorable dating and relationship decisions.

A friend in New York recently called me laughing from a bar.  “Oh my God, Marna.  Magic Hat has a new hefeweizen out called “Circus Boy.”  What ever happened to that fucking tool?” he asked.

Pete remembers a six-month relationship I had because it was cluttered with mutual drama and ended with the guy leaving to join Ringling Brothers’ circus band.  He was nicknamed “Circus Boy” by my friends and inducted into Marna’s Hall of Fame.  Circus Boy taught me to never date career musicians, especially when they say, “but music is my mistress.”

I was once at a Dr. Pat Allen relationship seminar (Mars/Venus type stuff) where she truly explained M/F dynamics in relationships.  When she had Q&A, I asked her what she thought of left-handed musicians.  I’ll never forget her response, “If you want a thinking and rational man and you are in the feminine role, don’t date a left-handed musician.”  As a result of that advice, career musicians are on my banned dating list.

So, to answer Pete’s question, I don’t know what happened to Circus Boy.  Last I heard, he was quitting the circus, getting married, and settling in Las Vegas.  Eight years later, I can safely say I’d rather have a six-pack of Circus Boy than see Circus Boy, but my friends and I thank him for the memories.

This morning I got up to go to a four hour seminar conducted by Dr. Pat Allen entitled “The Art of Love.” When I turned my car radio on, “Ain’t talking about love” by Van Halen was on the radio.

Coincidence?

This 69 year-old cognitive psychologist also believes that feminism has backfired on us as far as relationship roles and expectations are concerned. Good, I thought it was me. At the end of the seminar, I had a good understanding, from a neurological perspective, of how to understand psychotics and neurotics. More than anything, I know I’ve been straddling a parallel universe, not able to choose between an independent male-female who wants respect, and a female-female who wants to be cherished.

When I left, I checked out the ass of the one male attendee, got in my car, turned on the radio and No Doubt’s revamp of Talk Talk’s song “It’s my life” was playing.

Coincidence?