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Met Him At The Trunk Or Treat, Harvest Carnival

'I write because there is a voice within me that will not be still' Sylvia Plath

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Sometimes being 5 feet tall can be a pain ... You can't see at the parade or in a movie theater if the wrong person is in front of you ... Stuff like that. But when a good looking guy takes notice of you over taller women, it can be a really big boost to the old ego. Which is what happened on the Saturday before Halloween this year.

I have a kid that I take care of named Riley McKewen.

Riley is a Special Needs kid. Some flavor of Autism. Not really sure which.

I work at a school full of them. But this one, I take home with me. Well, not really, but as a respite worker, I spend a few hours outside of the school day with Riley to give his mom a break. And for that, I receive an extra $18 an hour for at least 3 days a week. Which is extremely cool, considering that some workers are at the low end of the spectrum, making only $8 an hour. But Riley can be a bit much and his mom is ever so grateful for the break. So in order to keep me around, she lobbied for me to get a nice wage, plus there's the occasional home cooked meal involved and she gives me little gifts every so often that she picked up because she was "thinking of" me and thought I'd like it. A purse here. Some earrings there ... All and all, a pretty good deal. Mostly I have the run of her house, which is a beautiful thing.

Like I said, Riley can be a little much. A little too giddy. Liable to take off, walking way too fast to keep up with. A little disobedient ... And it didn't help that Mom allowed him to carry around a 38oz thermos full of coffee wherever he goes. That and his computer tablet and a sketchbook and a stuffed animal ... Oy! It was if he was the parent, making his own rules with no limitations. Her excuse for when he opened a bag of chips in the store and began eating out of them: "Oh, he's Autistic ..." with absolutely no correction, redirection of consequences. But I didn't play that mess. And that's why she wanted me around, after witnessing how I handled him in the school setting.

So here I was on a Saturday, at the Trunk or Treat thing-a-ma-jiggy, trying to finagle some of his junk away from him, in order to make him easier to manage. Then I caught the eye of this fine, piece of chocolate man ... MMMM mmmm mmmm ... All of a sudden, my day seemed a little bit brighter ... My God today ...

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I felt a little breathless ...

I don't often get frazzled by a man like that. But he was just so ... so ... striking ...

Medium dark skinned like a roasted coffee ... You know? And a square jaw like the old school Superman .... Shazbot! He looked at me. He's coming towards me ... Oh ... Riley's stuffed Toy Story man fell on the ground and Mr. Man is scooping down to pick it up, touching my bare arm as he does ... No good is gonna come of this, because right about now, I need a new pair of underwear ... 'Nuff said.

"Th-Th-Thank you ... Sir ..."

"Milton."

"Who said what now?"

"My name ... Milton ... Milton Tibideaux."

Milton? What a nerdy name. Not one worth calling out during the height of passion. But ... "Tibideaux? Like Elvin and Sondra on The Cosby Show?"

He smiled. Dimples and everything ... I liked his face. He had a good face.

I introduced him to "my friend", Riley. And thankfully he wasn't put off. To the point that he ended up walking with us and engaging with Riley whenever we came upon a carnival style game.

At first, I was wondering why he was there without a kid, hoping that he wasn't some kind of weirdo of some kind, watching kids. You know? But it turned out that he was a member of the church and was helping out where he could. Which was nice and put me at ease ... That is until after we passed the 25th person and they greeted him with, "Hello Pastor."

Say what? Say huh?!

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