Such was the case at the annual Brown Family Party that took place on July 4th.
There aren’t too many of these kinsfolk that I see on a regular basis, so I took it upon myself to acquaint myself with each and every one of them via my standard introduction, “Hi. I Brennan, Who You?”
Then, like the clouds parting to reveal a double rainbow, I saw HER.
Pulling out all the stops I approached her, smiled, and smacked her leg with the swim-noodle I had positioned between my legs.
Not understanding how I charm the ladies, my Mother said, “Brennan! Nice boys don’t hit girls with their noodles.” With a smirk, I let that one go because sometimes the countless number of counters that could be said just shouldn’t be said.
After establishing that my new obsession’s name was Katie, I quickly dubbed her #2 Katie. Not because she held anything less than #1 in my smitten heart, but because my aunt is also named Katie, and I grant seniority when and where it is due.
And just as a pesky mosquito is nauseatingly attracted to a luminous figure amidst the darkness, I felt the uncontrollable magnetism that redheaded goddess had on me…and it was on.
For the next three days she was my one and only focus.
If she wasn’t in my presence, I was asking where she was…constantly.
If she was in my presence, I was all over her…relentlessly.
I didn’t let a little hurdle like my inability to swim hamper my willingness to attempt to paddle through the waves on Lake Huron to get to her. Nor did I let the minor setback of height inhibit my attempts to get as close as possible to the mirrored glasses that adorn her face.
I pulled out all the stops. Again bringing in the swim-noodle as a prop, I pranced around in front of her on that bendable piece of foam swinging the “tail in the front” it had formed, determined to turn her attention away from that boy who brought her to town.
Technically, I think he is my “first-cousin-once-removed”, but regardless of our familial relations, I will take that boy down to get to the prize. Bring on your brothers, both of them if you need, I have a little something called chutzpa to back me up.
Look it up & be prepared.
As for my beloved, #2 Katie…until we meet again. And by then I will be a full year older, wiser & that much more aggressive.
