3 Men and A Purse

Gotta tell ya, we have this new guy coming to church, he's a fiancé to my 3rd cousin who's younger than Ian but, boy, is he a tall drink of water - if tall, dark, and handsome ever applied to any fellow it would be him.  And, he's sweet.  He's got very kind eyes.

 

Clinton, here at the house, rushing out the door in the cold, snowy weather, carrying his wife's purse reminded me of this fellow at church.  Clinton's wife's purse holds the keys to their car, and he was going out to warm it up, holding said purse out and away from his body.  It's the body lauguage, you know.  

 

So, this 6' 2" fellow's walking around with finacé's purse, and I teased him, "That looks good on you."  

Eyes met, both crinkled with good humor, and he laughed.  This medium-sized pinkish purse has firm sides and sits on its own.  We laughed, he and I always speak, every Sunday, we exit our pews practically at the same time.  

Then I thought of my dad and how he said, "I never stick my hand in your mother's purse."  

Even after mom passed, dad didn't stick his hands in my mother's purse.  He picked it up by two bottom corners and dumped it on the quilted bed. 

 

At church, when I next turned around to look, I saw that purse sitting on the foor near the door, lonely, and "tall, dark and handsome" was 3 feet away!  

I laughed and laughed.  How like a man.