A Man’s Cunning, A Woman’s Plan

Wedding

By Delbert H. Rhodes

She walks in his direction, as he sanitizes his hands. Looking at her, he recalls earlier years when he first saw her; she remains as stunningly beautiful as she ever was. Framing her face, coal-black hair with curls reach down to brush her shoulders, alabaster skin boasting sunshine illuminates and eyes of black satin captivate him. Usually, he prefers the skin of darkly creamed to medium tones, however, subjectively, white is the color for her. While training, she works hard as she expertly engineers her routines and her bodylines, long, sleek, athletic, but sweetly feminine, speak to the benefits, the beauties of physical fitness.

This lady is the picture of perfect, both in the commercial sense and the personal and more private sense. Physically, she meets the spec sheet for goddess and wife, he has no idea how her mind works, and regarding his choices of women thinking is critical; after all, if she poorly reasons then conversations are little more than gossip. No thanks to that type. That he could feel such passions for her is romantic, for neither of them has ever spoken to the other.

Knowing he is here yet without eye contact, she almost brushes him as she passes by. Selecting a bottle of cleanser, slowly, she rounds to the opposite side of the cleaning station. Innocuously rotating her palms to wipe them, she exposes her right hand ring finger; diamonds dazzle his eyes. Is she married or is she playing? Nonetheless, if she intends it he would soon know. Remaining within arm’s reach she delicately diverts her eyes from him. From behind a complementary stare, quietly, he speaks, “You should never do that it is risky.”

Even the Jetson’s Rosie could not have appeared as busy while cleaning. Without glancing at him, she finally replies, “Never do ‘what?’” “Blindly stroll into the wanton passions of a man.” As she returns to her workout station, slightly, a smile resonating ‘okay, you made it to bat’ encourages him. With pinpoint accuracy, her paper towel finds the narrow mouth of the garbage can.

Watching her walk away, he realizes that she directed the entire scenario; it actually happened as she had scripted it, everything neatly conceived from approach to departure. In some ways, a man’s cunning derives from a woman’s plan; there are no better strategists of male, female behaviors than women…smiling, already he feels her arms about him, but his pursuit must be proper, and encouraging, but never arrogantly rude… she approaches, his eyes widen, “Beautiful, simply beautiful.”

Copyright © 2014 Delbert H. Rhodes

Drawing with Words: A Matter of Feelings

Job SearchBy Delbert H. Rhodes

Jonathan walks into the office: seated behind a highly polished hardwood desk the executive is busy handling a telephone call. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but confident, he stands and waits. Following a few long minutes the phone call ends, the executive smiles stands and then graciously extends her hand. Jonathan steps forward returning the gesture. They sit and then he explains his reason for coming to her office.

The man is impeccably dressed, and in his possession a file of resumes and a package containing a framed poem. “I am seeking employment with your company,” he begins. The executive, and Jonathan discuss his professional history and he clearly outlines how he might be a valuable addition to her team. Noting his career experiences, and though she highly regards them and him, the executive is not sure (exactly) how he may fit the scheme of things.

The business caters to the industry of artists. Historically: the newly renovated theatre once hosted some of the greats of music acting and film. Some famous people actually started here.

Jonathan is not an artist: he does not paint or draw, and he has minimal business background. He has experience in Real Estate and some Marketing, but this may not be enough, she listens as he continues.

Jonathan explores, and paints a vivid picture of him and his abilities. He speaks of the days when he worked in town recreation, of the many summers a friend, who wrote the business plan, and he worked for a community summer program, funded by the county’s health department. He highlights wonderful accounts of his years as a state employee, and working with the physically and mentally handicapped. Then there was his service in law enforcement: here and in another state. The man’s professional career peaked and ended some time ago.  Now at the lower rung of the totem, he is without the better things in life. 

Employment these days is not gainful and the jobs he works are not by choice, but Jonathan needs money. A good job a job with the right pay and work environment is exactly what he needs. Good jobs are difficult to find, and Jonathan is aging, his 60th birthday approaches and let’s face it, advancing age advances unemployment. (The executive listens intently; Jonathan has gained her deepest interest.)

The interview slowly ending: Jonathan restores his files and then he reaches for the package near his chair.

Displaying the framed poem, Jonathan begins, “Even if there is no place for me here, would you do me a favor?” Handing the poem to the executive, he goes on, “Could you please find a place for this?” The guy explains that he is not an artist; he cannot create beautiful portraits or landscapes on canvas, but is able to portray his mental images by drawing with words.

He says, “Maybe others would find a little of ‘them’ in my expressions. This would be wonderful. I couldn’t want for more.” The relationships living in his phrases cause the executive to raise her eyebrows, she shakes her head while glancing at the words.

Emotions overwhelm the executive, the man’s unusually creative attempts to acquire employment impress her. She is encouraged though not totally swayed by the sincerity witnessed in Jonathan’s face.

After all, as a top executive managing a business, she cannot afford to be erroneous. She would never choose based (purely) on a matter of feelings. Her people are the best in what they do…whatever they do.

Staring at Jonathan’s face, the woman wonders if he realizes the redness and tears in his eyes, the fact that his wells are soon to overflow. The executive is incredulous of the man’s professional accounts, also of his tender displays, she, well, for lack of a better term, feels even ‘proud’ of this stranger who has shared with her his story.

The two stand and end the session. Shaking hands, they say goodbye and thank you. The executive asks about the inspiration for his poem: Jonathan tells her that the inspiration was the song “Hero,” sang by Mariah Carey and Luciano Pavarotti. He offers, “The song sensitively touched me, causing me to cry.”

“Incredible,” the executive offers softly. Escorting Jonathan to her office door, and then firmly clasping his hand she says, “We will contact you soon.”

(During his trip home, Jonathan feels uncertainty; though he somehow is able to smile.)

Copyright © 2011 Delbert H. Rhodes