Make no doubt about it I'm into women. The smell and the makeup, the soft parts and dangly bits. Earrings and tight jeans, and all that feminine jazz. Rosa knew I was coming and was ready when I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex where her daughter lives. She even had on some lipstick and left a stain upon my cheek which she wiped off as she smiled.
"Just take me for a long drive," she said.
We drove on I-185 in a complete circle around Atlanta as we talked.
"You feeling better about this?" I asked, still worried.
"I'm only staying one week," Rosa said. "My daughter will be bringing me home Saturday morning."
I was secretly pleased, but tried my best not to show it. I wanted Rosa to take time with her granddaughter and daughter to get to know them.
"Is the house okay?"
"I checked on it this morning and your fish are fine. I fed them."
I wanted to blurt out over these pleasantries that I was madly in love. Like some insane maniacal Romeo standing on the street corner and decreeing his emotions for the world to see and hear. The better angels of my nature took hold, though. I didn't want to make Rosa come home too early.
The other night Rosa had asked me the question no man likes to hear: "Do you ever see yourself married again?" Instead of sighing and rolling my eyes, I answered yes. I thought I would never say that for the rest of my life after my first disastrous marriage. But I can see it now. It will be many years down the road, but it is good to know I still have some place in this hardened heart of mine for someone else. The door is open. I just need someone to step in and make themselves at home.