Saturday, October 15, 2011
I think it's funny when I meet someone for the first time when I'm in my "Happy Valley Mom" mode and there are the usual pleasantries and obligatory small talk of a first meeting.
I always know their faces would betray them. You know those smiles, the ones that are oddly frozen in disbelief while trying to maintain a since of calm? I chuckle a little when I imagine their reaction(s) should they one day see my shattered image.
You know, the one that kicks back with my biker buddies in a dive bar drinking a beer instead of a Cosmo, or some such acceptable drink.
You all know of my dual personalities, the ones of you that have access to my other blog know the third personality that resides within this soul.
But these people I meet for the first time would never, ever suspect that I have a 3/4 back tattoo, a Harley sitting in my garage, a closet full of leather garb and the tendency to want to belong more to the "other" world than the one I currently live in.
Although I don't want to give up my house, my Mercedes, my jewelry....I guess that's my shallow side. It's all a facade. What I'd really rather be in is tight jeans, my fringed chaps, backless, a leather halter, tattoo showing top and motorcycle boots.
I sit back and I smile. I think "If you only knew."