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epitome of incomprehensibility
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This evening was the first time the Pirates of Penzance crowd rehearsed with the orchestra, and at breaktime I stood at the edge of a group of four people.
I'd just asked the teenager who played baritone saxophone what other saxophones were in her band. (I hoped there were four. I was a good five years older than her the first time I saw a saxophone quartet, or registered seeing one: it impressed me.) But the conversation moved along at a fast clip, and she abandoned her answer to me to talk to someone else.
No big deal. I nibbled at my slice of homemade cherry chocolate loaf, chewing and standing on the margins.
The conversation turned to height. The girl who played sax wasn't short, just surrounded by tall people. Laughingly, she asked, "How am I the shortest?" Pivoted around. Pointed to me.
"Compared to me, you're all tall," I acknowledged.
The one who spoke next, let's call him Gilbert, after Sullivan and co. Relate him to people: the saxophone kid is his friend's niece. He has a roundish head. His voice is unfairly beautiful. And this voice made a pronouncement: "But she has the greatest stature of us all in terms of wisdom."
It was to the girl, not directly to me. It was in his theatrical voice, but something in it sounded like a sincere compliment. Possibly the best compliment I got since I_joined_a_band_of_musical_pirates, up there with having an "expressive face that's fun to watch" (courtesy of the stage director).
I believe the funny_face thing, but I'm not sure I deserve Proverbs-like praise for my wisdom. Stature! Wisdom!
Still, I know why the remark struck me (in the face, non-violently). Can you believe me having a crush? And worrying about it being working out, when as yet there isn't an "it" to work out or not??
The worries: would an age_gap of eight years cause problems again, be an impasse that again causes a split? David was eight years older than me. He's eight years younger.
Anyway, I'd be okay with a friendzone. My dream_mind says it's a room with books. No Song of Solomon, but Psalms as well as Proverbs. Except I'm being Ecclesiastes about it all. Vanity, said the Wise One. Everything is vanity.
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