"Shall we sit down on that hill over
there?" A man who neither big nor small who wore a blue shirt and beige
pants neatly asked me. He was as attractive as James Dean. His freshly dried
clothes in the sun smelled fresh. We sat silent on the hill until the red sun
disappeared over the horizon. He got up and went down the hill. I got up too.
He looked back and said, "I'll go now then," and I said, "Yes, I
will, too." Suddenly I plucked up my courage asked. "Would you like a
glass of wine? I'll buy it." He eagerly searched the bar and sat across
the table. In the meek candle, where the music played gently, we toasted our
glasses without saying a word.
It is about my dream of drinking wine with a
man I met in college. I was hungry in the dream. I guess last evening dinner
wasn't much?
Why did the man in my dream meet me at 3 p.m.
after lunch and break up at 6 p.m. before dinner? I am so curious to think that
more than 30 years later.
He didn't look like money was missing. He was a
neat looking guy with a white face and clean clothes, but he broke up with me
after meeting him without ever having a meal together. Did he have indigestion?
If he thought he didn't like me enough not to eat with me, he supposes has not
contacted me often and not met me many times.
"Why did we always have to meet after
lunch and break up before dinner?" I wanted to ask him in the dream.
Before marriage, my husband worked at a
Broadway wig wholesaler in Manhattan for a meager salary, but also bought me
meals and drinks. Sometimes he bought me a dish and took me to a fancy cafe in
Soho. Even if he wore damp smell clothes that he had just washed from the
washing machine because he didn't have enough clothes to change.
After getting married, it turned out he had a
lot of loans. He couldn't pay back his student loans by buying me a drink. I
didn't have loans. I felt unfair, but I couldn't even complain and have to pay
it back because of the price of food and drinks I had while dating.
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