Stream of Conciousness

If you read this blog you must know I adore my friend, The Glamazon. She's a cacophony of energy and noise compiled in one gorgeous package. She enters the room awash in activity. You hear her coming. She's unconsciously self centered but equally affectionate and appreciative of her friends. I find her spectacular.

What fascinates me most about her is her stream of consciousness. She was in the Connecticut office yesterday and we had our weekly one on one meeting. After reviewing the business, we made small talk. And here is the road map of topics that rose from our dialogue:

Me: So how are you?
G: I'm fine. Except that my dental work is going to eat into my retirement fund. I could buy a Lexus for what this work is going to cost me. Oy! This was my plastic surgery fund!
Me: I thought this was your retirement fund?
G: Well, it was both. Or either or. I mean, I have to spend it on my teeth. And my periodontologist is honest and I know he's charging me a fair rate. And when I get old, I need my teeth. I mean, I have to eat. Your health is key, more important than a man, right?
Me: So how is your relationship?
G: He's fine, but we're friends now. I don't sleep with him. But the guy next door who was been hitting on me--I set him straight. Now he's hitting on someone else in my building. My libido is uninspired. How is menopause affecting your libido?
Me: Uh, well..
G: I don't have the desire anymore. My job is too busy but I don't miss sex. I don't! Of course, the ex wants it.
Me: (staggered because I am missing sex): You don't miss sex?
G: Nope. I need to focus on me.
Me: I would insist on sex.
G: (ignoring me): My teeth are bothering me. And I just noticed this week that I have some gray hair in my pubic hair. That was a shock!

I didn't have the heart to tell her that if someone has a Brazilian wax, you are not necessarily aware that gray hairs might sprout up.

But I left it at that.