Make mine vanilla please....

Perhaps I rationalize, I dunno..

Going on a trip? I don’t mind the Super 8 or the Day’s Inn… Don’t need the fancied boxed soap.. The exotic toiletries… The Servi-Bar.. 642 channels… I can carry my own luggage, but thank you… I’ll take Vanilla..

House? I’d love 4500 square feet, but know I wouldn’t keep it clean… Got one car, so don’t need the garage for three… I spend however long it takes to pull something offa hanger, put it on, and go.. Walk in for that?… Gimme a room to sleep, a room to compute, a room to stretch and watch TV… a place to cook, and a small shady place to veg out - out back… I’ll take vanilla…

I love to look at silver, gold, diamonds. It’s impressive to see folks dressed as Shaft.. Fingernails with more designs than Good Housekeeping… Brunomagli? Ah, Converse works…Don’t need Eddie Bauer, Nordstrom’s, even the Men’s Warehouse… Kohl’s clearance rack works when money permits, and hell - I like going to thrift stores/garage sales.. I guarantee it… Make mine vanilla…

Hummer? Benz? Corvette? Oh sure, it’d be fun… but my cars always look like shit inbetween rains, and.. If Hazel accidentally lets her grocery cart getaway into the driver’s side door of my Hot… Rod…. Lincoln (1995) it ain’t that bigga deal… It starts.. It goes from point A to point B, and it’s quite comfy/homey.. Make mine vanilla…

Woman? Her wants: “Minimum income $75,000.’ “Must carry no baggage.” ‘I don’t wanna deal with Viagra.” (Victor? Are you admitting?… I didn’t admit to nothin’.. I have just read that on some sites.. And have actually had it said to me as well.” I find that sad. We is what we is.) “I want the finer things in life.” Me too, it’s just that I think we agree to disagree on what tho$e are… Certainly everyone has prerogative, and that’s all good. Gimme the woman who’s stoked talking a walk around Watkin’s Mill.. Who’ll take the $5 ride with me to the top of the Liberty Memorial for an orgasmic view… Who’ll lay beside me on the blanket to watch the Friday night movie outside @ Crown Center… Who doesn’t need 3 different colors of hair.. Who doesn’t spend more in a month for fingernails and nails than clothing for her kid… Make mine vanilla please….

I’d rather have popcorn and coke watching a two overtime High School basketball game than having a nifty, seven utensil dinner on the Plaza… I’d rather take a three hour Sunday spin in the country than to worry about how to extend my pinkie at a wine tasting event… I’m vanilla…

Vanilla precludes me from many things.. Sure there are some things above, I quite frankly would like - but again, I am vanilla.. And I see nothing wrong with vanilla.. It’s me, it’s who I am.. And (Talking to me) ‘deal with it.’…

For whatever reason, I’ve always been attracted to those that don’t need much assistance in their quest for beauty.. Into the shower, outta the shower, combing the hair out - presto.. I guess I’ve heard it called “the natural look.” Lotta things ex and I disagree on in life - but she very definitely had natural beauty. A makeup look with no makeup. A natural twinkle in the eye. But she extracted me! I guess that’s vanilla huh?…

Winning the lottery would be nice. Owning the company would be rather cool. I wouldn’t enjoy dealing with the IRS, and I couldn’t look the 20+ year employee I just let go in the eyes. I’ll take vanilla.

The following, to me, are some of the vanilla joys of life: a baby’s laugh.. The passionate look of a kid in a sporting event.. Lovers holding hands walking.. A gentle rain.. Sitting in the shade beneath a breeze on a hot day… Water, anywhere… Any kinda nice old room to seek shelter in from a storm… Hearing the good deeds of whomever has been selected to sit in the Buck O’Neill Legacy seat at Royal’s stadium… seeing folks having a good time.. Diversity… a forwarded email joke from a friend… a family dinner… coffee, newspaper, and a cig… beers with friends…

I’m a simpleton. A vanilla one. Love, Victurd