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Dating Memories

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Last night hubby and I watched the movie “The Big Lebowski” from 1998 with Jeff Bridges and John Goodman.

I know that this kind of movie isn’t on the top 10 list of most of you enlightened readers. It’s sophomoric movie about a bum (The Dude) who seeks restitution for a ruined rug, and his super weird bowling buddies who help get it.  It’s full of swearing, smoking dope, mistaken identities, and super weird characters.

It was one of my son’s favorites.

Yesterday was my late son’s birthday, and we spent the evening honoring him in as many ways we could. Watching crazy movies from the end of the 20th century was one way to do it.

But the purpose of this blog was to note how this movie rang some bells of my own.

A lot of the movie takes place in a bowling alley. An early 90s bowling alley.

I met my husband at a bowling alley in an early 80s.

Those were the days. 

Sparkling bowling balls and orange and beige half-round seats that could hold 8 bowlers comfortably. Some weird dude behind the counter spraying disinfectant into bowling shoes that you could rent along with abandoned bowling balls you could use for free. Trying to remember the difference between an X and a / and adding numbers in your head for the score sheet. The sounds of bowling pins constantly falling over, people laughing and drinking and trying to keep a 15 pound ball rolling straight down the middle of a narrow lane.

True love by strikes and spares.

It made me wonder how young people meet and fall in love these days. If it’s not during high school or college or it work or fix-ups through friends, how do they do it? No smelly bowling alleys, dusty softball fields, or out-of-control beer house parties. No eyeing each other from separate blankets at outdoor rock concerts. No immediate or chance eye contact that explodes into that zing-a-ling feeling. No guessing about the other’s family or job or hobbies or habits, for today you can pick up a Google trail on just about anybody.

Alas, I would hate to think dating apps and Zoom and Snap Chat are their only choices, for nothing says romance like the smell of a well-oiled bowling alley lane and the stinky shoes that go with it.

 

 

 

 

 

Flirtin’ With Disaster

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star_trek59Hubba Hubba! I’m in the mood for flirting!

Now, before you get your panties in a pretzel twist, it’s not a real flirt. That I still do with my husband. But I’m talking about the 4th or 5th dimensional me. The young, hot girl I never was. The one who was so confident from the get-go that I could have anyone I wanted. Anyone. I have no idea who I would have picked years ago if I were she, but now and then I wonder who I would pick if then was now. Which personas from the movies would I scoop up and flirt with in this day and drive?

When I was young there was no one more charming than Paul McCartney. A little older, Davy Jones. Those floppy mops, those sweet smiles…I would have hit on them in a second and made them mine.  I don’t remember what sort of maleness made me a mad hatter in my 20s or 30s…I was pretty busy changing diapers or running to soccer games back then.

But now — now that I’m sassy sixty, I seem to be attracted to icons that were nothing like my clean-cut boyish dreams of yesteryear. But who is appealing? I just watched “Thor, The Dark World” for the second time, and I clearly am more attracted to the suave, sexy, slightly naughty Loki than his caveman brother Thor. Yeah, Thor’s got muscles and that boyish roguishness, but Loki has a quick wit and great smile. I think Henry Cavall in “Superman” is dashingly good looking, but he doesn’t look like he’d be much fun at bowling or a Superbowl party.

Other studlies that I should have a thing for — but don’t — Bradley Cooper. Leonardo DiCaprio. Brad Pitt.  All woofies, but at this age I’m think I’m more for the off-center boys-to-men. You know — the kinda bad boys. Robert Downey Jr. Russell Crowe. Kiefer Sutherland. Even sweet-southern-talking Walter Goggin (Boyd Crowder to Justified fans) seems to hold my interest a lot more these days than smoothies trying to be naughty. I mean, Tom Cruise never came across as a bad boy, no matter how many roles he attempted.

Maybe it’s a bit of voyeurism in this old soul. I never hung around with the bad boys. I was too insecure to even look at them. But that’s just fine — I grew up and married the fun boy that always danced at the edge of naughty.

But sometimes when I watch a movie I don’t always want to see the sweet boy win. Let the naughty-but-nice guy win once in a while. How bout you? Different flirts at different ages? Or do the same heart throbs from your youth throb your heart now? I’d love to hear your flirts —

And this includes you, boys —