Was surfing a local spot today with Mrs. Duffy. She recently got a new board and today was her first surf in some real waves on it (she’s loving it!).
Anyway, an old local character that I’ve seen around in the surf for 25+ years paddles out and I get to talking to him a bit. We’ve “known” each other for decades but don’t really know each other. Today was the first time I found out his name (and he mine). The dude is a trip. Wears a helmet, full suit and booties no matter what. He’s in his 50s but still in decent shape and rides a short board. He, like most who grew up around here in the 70s and 80s, has done a lot of drugs in his life and you can tell.
He was telling me how he almost always goes surfing alone these days because all his buddies are either dead, lazy or working. I mentioned that surfing without having to coordinate with others is a lot easier and more satisfying anyway.
I told him I usually surf solo but sometimes I’ll bring “her” with me (pointing to Mrs. Duffy).
“Is she your daughter?”, he says.
Mrs. Duffy, of course took this as a huge compliment and so did I.
But now as I sit here thinking about it maybe he was implying that I look really old.
Btw, mrs duffy wear her hair in pig tails (I call 'em handle bars) when she surfs so it makes her look young. So maybe that’s it.
I’m trying to get her to put her hair in the Rhonda Rousey cinnamon buns but I don’t thing it’s quite long enough.
She might actually shave it all off again.
I can’t believe I’m married to such a great (young looking) woman.
It is not easy to to interpret a comment like that. Up until a year or two ago, my father was a few pounds heavier and without a walking cane. Whenever we were out in public people together called me Mrs. H or refer to me as his wife. I look more like my mother than him but there is some resemblence. I don’t know if these people were saying I look old and he young or if he had mad game to hook up with a female 32 years his junior.
*Slowman: * That’s fantastic Mrs. D! Let me ask you a question. When you get out there, do you ever fear for your life? Mrs. Duffy: Well Dan, I’ll tell you, surfing’s not a sport, it’s a way of life, it’s no hobby. It’s a way of looking at that wave and saying, “Hey bud, let’s party!”
Perhaps he believes you too did a lot of drugs in the day and it’s showing.
You too sure have a lot of mutual admiration for each other, that can only end in win.
Your MMA obsession is distorting your view of the world. If most men thought of cinnamon buns they were think of Leia and from there the Return of the Jedi slave outfit…
I guess that is better than asking if she was your grand daughter. When out with my dad, I was always being asked If I enjoyed being out with my grandfather.
