Sometimes you just get lucky

I bitch. I scream. I fight. I moan. I rant. I cuss….. but I also love. If there’s anything I do 100% it is to love and that’s because of one person. My dear Mrs. Joker, the woman in my life, the girl I’m going to marry, the mother of the children yet to be born, the Jane for this Dick that blogs so much.

To put it bluntly, I’m one lucky bastard. Am I the luckiest man in the world, or the happiest? I don’t know because I don’t need to compare. I feel blissed and blessed. Actually blissed appears as a typo in Microsoft Word and I’m just here to say I feel totally blissed and I if feeling blissed is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right. Some people say they are happy as a pig in shit. Others say that they’re happier than a dog with two tails. There are others still that insist that their joy spawns from deep inside Gaia. I’m just going to say that I don’t need to hug a tree, frolic and romp in feces, have an extra appendage or look for the spiritual essence of Mother Earth. I’m just happy. Undeniably happy. Unequivocally happy. The type of happy that only comes from religious fanaticism or true love and last I checked I was agnostic.

About three years ago I was lucky enough to throw caution to the wind and hit on one of my best friends. Yes it’s a cardinal sin for some, but hey, if you could see her, you’d see why I couldn’t resist. If you need a quote to understand how it was and still is between us, think of “What Women Want” in the scene where Helen Hunt and Mel Gibson are exiting the bar. What do they both agree on?

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun making out. Wait a minute, I’ve NEVER had this much fun making out.”

That’s not just because there’s explosive chemistry mind you. It’s only because there is no one I could even design that would better mesh with the mess that is little ole me. Some people say they have the best times at X or Y place and I pity them because I only need to be with My Jokerette to have a great time. Not only can she take the nastiest of my jokes, she’ll quite often say something crude, nasty and cruel that will make me love her that much more because more than any other person I’ve met, she gets me.

In this broken world of decent living and of feeling like my life is being pissed away by insisting on an industry that takes way more than it gives (at least for me), she’s one of three things that help me keep my shit together. The woman I call boobookins or any other number of oh so unmanly pet names also offers me everything I need to be satisfied and please don’t think in sexual terms. This Gift from the Heavens has a way of getting me to smile even in the most daunting of moments or when I’m borderline depressed. She’s my ray of sunlight when I feel like a ship astray Mid-Atlantic getting blasted by three converging storms. She is the reason I’m not totally out of it regarding politics, world news, current events and business trends. She can comfort me with conversation, with a word, with a look or just by rubbing my chest like some silly gorilla. She has drive and is never satisfied and I love that. She wants the best for me, for her, for us, and for the ones we love. She is the perfect hybrid of hot and cute and to my entire palette of senses, she is simply delicious.

So yes, I’m one lucky bastard. I know I’m not the only one feeling that way but if anything, I have to simply say that she elevates my spirits to feel as if I’m the only thing that truly matters in this world, and when you find that, you’ve struck gold. I also don’t mind that every time I see her and hold her or kiss her sweet lips, I feel like I’m winning the lottery over and over and over… except this doesn’t get old. The only thing that will get old is us and trust me, there’s no one else I could think of having as a partner in this life so we can see time leave its eroding mark on everything except our love. People always have to ask us how long we’ve been going out and when we say it’s been years, they are normally puzzled since people seem to think we’re still in that puppy phase. If that’s the case, then arf-arf baby, this dog is here to stay and I promise not to hump your leg…. Too much.

With love, admiration, dedication, perspiration and adoration

That horny bastard from the Logics Course that loves you to no end.

Cheers my love


There's no one I'd rather laugh with and make laugh in this wonderful ride we call life.