G.I.Joe Chic Geek
I chose the only Chic Geek solution and went with the US Marine Corps. 1968 was not a good year to graduate, I got drafted twice but as an aesthetically conscious architect I opted for the Marine Corps chic uniform, over Army geek. Although, Vietnam was the first ten year war, they knew I was a geek and instead sent me to the Philippines, Taiwan, Japan, Hong Kong, California, Panama, and Rio de Janeiro.
1st Marriage: Travelling Chic Geek: As an Architect/Interior Designer couple, we envisioned seeing the world on somebody else’s money. It worked out pretty well - Sao Paulo, Cairo, Cleveland, Chicago, Atlanta, Houston, Scottsdale, the Amazon, Nile River, Machu Picchu, Buenos Aires, Montevideo, Belgium, Holland and Singapore - until my employer asked me to use somebody else’s dime or dime equivalent.
"If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife”
I blamed her for our demise and after, twenty-one years, the Chic Geek couple split, to pursue their respective mid-life transitions to ‘geezerdom.’
2nd Marriage: 'Chic Farmer Geek'
I grabbed my only remaining chic possession, my Armani suit, wore it to a Spill-Ur-Guts workshop and came home with my second wife. As the proverbial Chic Urban Architect/Systems Analyst couple, we bought a small farm outside of Houston to produce raw grade 'A' goat milk, chevre, feta and kefir, for sale to our former urban ‘yuppie’ friends at the farmers’ markets in town. We were thereby, transformed into 'Chic Farmer Geeks.'
Just when the chickens had started coming home to roost and I for one, was ready to retirie to Ole Mexico, I became a widower. At age 63, I went from 'Chick Farmer Geek' to just a plain old 'Over the Hill Geezer.'
3rd Marriage: Over the Hill Geezer
I don’t know why you guys are in China, but I told anybody and everybody, that I came over here looking for a Chinese lady, over forty, who could speak English. I didn't want to be one of those old geezers walking around hand ‘n hand with some thirty-something chic chick. Well, I might have wanted to, but you know, I got principles. That’s why I joined Middle Kingdom Toastmasters, so I’d be circulating among the English speaking Chinese crowd – you know, ‘you got to swim with the fishes’ ole boy. But, wouldn’t you know it, they were either closer to twenty-something’s or older married women. Principles are principles.
But you wanna know what saved my sorry ole toosh from a miserable life of celibacy? That card reading, astrology stuff I ginned up when I was in Eugene. One night at the Middle Kingdom this vivacious divorcee, still climbing the front slope of mid-life transition, asked me for a reading. Now, I might be an over the hill geezer but my mind’s still sharp, so I told her it read, "we should get married."
When you meet her you’re never going to believe she said "yes.”