Chapter 22 Marilyn at Incahoot's

There was one big regret I had about my Time at Incahoot's. There was a very nice gal I met there by the name of Marilyn. She was a stunner, brown hair, willowy figure with all the right curves and a chest, a natural chest, of brobdignagian proportions.

She would enter and win every dance or bathing suit contest they held. Now I refer you back to comments I have made about how people held bouncers in low esteem.

While I worked there, Marilyn did not give me the time of day. She was nice, cordial even, and I got to know her, but that was it. I moved to Houston for a while and then came back as I mentioned earlier.

Our paths crossed after I moved back to Tulsa. I asked her out and we finally exchanged information. She was stunned to learn that I actually had a REAL job, and a good one at that.

I took her out to The Fountains, I believe it was, for a champagne brunch with some friends. We went out a few more times. I really, really liked her and I am sure it could have gone somewhere. But, I really hate that word, it negates everything that comes before it...BUT the girl was teetering between a "hot mess" a full fledged train wreck.

Back then, I had pretty high standards, and I have to say now, after having been married to a woman with bipolar disorder, Marilyn was a dream by comparison.

 When I went to pick her up at her apartment for our first date,  I realized how much drama there was in her life. Her apartment door had been dented up pretty badly by her estranged boyfriend, and he had also broken out all the lights on her car.   That is the kind of drama I didn't want or need at that time in my life.

I worked for a reputable company who in a probability would frown on employees being arrested for public altercations. I really didn't want the lights on my new car broken out either. It was pretty obvious that her ex-boyfriend was a bomb waiting to go off. So I thought very long and hard on it.

For one of the few times in my life, the big head overruled the little head.  As much as I thought Marilyn personified my dream girl, I knew I just could not make it work.

What I know now is that a lot of people who have stormy relationships do suffer from some undiagnosed mental disorder like bipolar or manic depression.  They self medicate by drinking.   I encountered this for the first time in college where I had a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend who I later realized was bat shit crazy due to PPD.  She eventually was institutionalized by her father when she added things like LSD and heroin to her list of self medications that had been limited to alcohol when I knew her.

Well, Marilyn and I eventually shared a night together and it was very nice. I liked her a lot, but I made the faux pas that a lot of guys do.  I tapped her and then didn't call her.

My sister came into town from Enid where she was an Instructor Pilot in the Air Force. I took her to Incahoot's for an evening. Who should I run into but Marilyn. She jumped to the conclusion that my sister was another girlfriend and made a big scene. I don't know if she had had a bit too much to drink, if she was the jealous type or was bipolar, but in the event, it was embarrassing for me in front of my sister.

That pretty much tore it. I tried to explain the situation to her, but I think she didn't want to hear it. Too much drama. I never saw her again. I would have liked to, but our paths never crossed and her phone number got disconnected. I subsequently tried to get in touch via the web and BB's but to no avail. I hope she is out there happy. She certainly deserves it.

I still have dreams of that top heavy figure of hers.