Early indications in mid-spring signaled the possibility of a return to a summer of love. Orange popsicles and lemonade. A man I spent time with before the pandemic wanted a restart. The last time I saw him he needed to resolve a number of issues. Those promising early indicators were followed by behaviors I found troubling once I started spending time with him. Initially, I wasn’t sure I wanted him back in my life. He was placed on a probation period in my mind. After picking up a dinner tab, he started to refer to me as “babe” in texts. Much too early for pet names. I wanted to discuss several issues with him I felt were best done in person. He blew me off for the next planned dinner, which I was treating him to. Three days later a text arrived late Saturday afternoon inquiring about my availability for dinner that night. No apology for standing me up. Earlier in the week I alerted him to plans I had on Saturday night. I didn’t respond to his text. There’s been no further communication. I’ve concluded I’m better off without this man in my life. He failed probation. It may not be a summer of love after all.
Continuing the theme of people I don’t want in my life; I’ve run into Perry at several art events in the last month. The most recent occurring on Friday night in a gallery with only four other people. I was forced to greet her after she called out my name. I was relieved she soon left. If I had stayed at the previous gallery opening a little longer, I would have missed her. I met up with the Producer (more about him in a later post) at the previous opening only to discover a social media crew was live streaming the event. I loathe being at streaming events, so I didn’t want to stay too long. The gallery was packed with the usual art scene suspects including a local oil heiress I’ve met several times. I had introduced the Producer to the heiress a few weeks ago at an opening. The producer and I were photographed with the heiress. She knows how to pose, giving the impression that you are good friends, while in reality, we are simply art world acquaintances. The heiress had to approve the photos ensuring nothing unflattering would hit social media. I thanked her for that. The Produce was off to a late dinner with other friends while I stumbled into an encounter with Perry.
Did anyone understand the orange popsicle and lemonade reference?
Orange Popsicle is known here as a dreamsicle. they come in two varieties, push-ups or pop (frozen ). In the Louisiana heat both don’t last long, melting fast.. now as far as the lemonade… it’s best homemade… fresh lemons, cane sugar. lots of ice…
Other than those descriptions I have no reference to the Western versions…
Sounds like Summer is heating up…. Here, its just sweating one the porch and not sleeping at night… Summer is here in the Deep Deep South.
Tommy – I remember dreamsicle from my childhood. They were yummy. The orange popsicle and lemonade reference is from a B52s’ song called Summer of Love.
I’ll dial them up on Spotify, my John use to listen to the B52s’ and Depeche Mode . .. That reference brought back many memories……. Thanks for posting
Alas I did not catch the reference but literal orange popsicles were ‘summer on a stick’ i miss them.