It is true that I have been on a losing streak since last summer. Casino Craps bosses would take the dice away after the number of snake eyes I can throw in a row and send me packing to their competition. It's bad for business to have a loser on the tables.
So what does a person do who has broken the mirror, while walking under a ladder, with a black cat in in her arms wearing an open umbrella hat?
I was married to Wingman for 30 years and dated him for another six prior, before I gave him the "marry-me-or-hit-the-highway" ultimatum. Which didn't leave many other years to date. But I did have a first love. A high school first love who committed suicide last week.
I met him through my brother-they played on the same summer baseball team. He was a hell of a shortstop-he lettered in high school as a freshman. His dad died when he was young, so he was raised along with two brothers and a sister by his sweet little Japanese mom. Being half Asian, his looks were exotic, and with his long shiny black hair, just a little bit dangerous-so different from the Catholic School boys I saw every day. He was three months younger than me which put him a year behind me in school. Imagine-me a cougar-in-training back then.