aeleven

I bought a giant bottle of gin and one of vodka on the way home from work today. I am sitting here daydreaming of tits in my face, a fancy new computer, a house with a garden maybe far away from the city and anything I currently know how to do, and I am listening to the ballgame on the radio. Thank you for the blackout Time Warner and Cablevision, baseball is meant to be enjoyed live or on the radio. I will make myself a martini... Oooh, yes, fistpump, tie score...

Late for work this morning I jumped into a cab driven by Senegali man tuned in and listening to a Saudi woman tell about making movies as a woman in Saudi Arabia. Half listening, half worried about getting to work, I realize he is speaking to me. "Did you hear that?" he asks, "Are you listening?"

"Yes, sort of." I smiled, the woman had just said it was not very difficult at all to make her film. I suspected there was something she was hiding, she did not want us to know, maybe she wanted to be stronger than all that. Anyway...

"In my country, we marry the women at twelve, thirteen."

This is what he wants to talk about? Hmm, Okay. "Thirteen? Wow, that's crazy." I smile again. I ponder that, look out the window and wonder if he'll continue.

"Yes, it's true. The women have no choice. When they are twelve, thirteen, fourteen, they are forced to marry a man. The
fathers agree. It is an arrangement. They have no choice."

Well, well, kick me in the nuts! I know it happens but that's fucking nuts. Again, "That's crazy."

I wait. He obviously wants to tell me something. I ask if he has sisters. He smiles and very happily tells me he has three. Sure enough they have been married off.

"My second wife was fourteen."

"When you got married," I ask him in confirmation.

"Fourtyfive," he replies. Confused, he thinks I was asking him to flesh out this crystal clear family plot. "Yes, I was fortyfive and she was fourteen. Three years ago."

He goes on to tell me most men marry around seventeen, in Senegal it is Muslim, and Muslims must marry very young because premarital sex is not allowed. We agree there is a difference of perspective between our cultures. He really wants to talk. He's been gone since his marriage and wants to go home to visit.

Before I get out of the cab he asks me what is the difference, "Here the girls have sex when they are twelve, thirteen, fourteen. It works good. It is not awkward. It is no problem."

"True," I say smiling, "I suppose you are right about that," as he nods in agreement.

Now first-fucking-of-all! They, aren't forced to have sex, and with fortyfive year old sweaty child molesters! And where the hell were these girls when I was a kid?

It's true I'd love to get away for a bit, but I do love New York.

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Query: Who wants to be a Mets Mistress? I need two smoking hot Mets Mistresses, Saturday. Pedro! Pedro! I'll buy the tickets and maybe even a beer.