Deep thoughts…when we are both cats…

From one of my favorite films.

[last lines to Sofia]
David: Do you remember what you told me once? That every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around.

Sofía: I’ll find you again.

David: I’ll see you in another life… when we are both cats.


Life is a funny thing.  occasionally I miss certain people who have voluntarily “evaporated” from my social circle.  Usually I miss this person at odd, random, moments.


I remember my brief stint as a dominatrix in NYC-approx. 6 years ago…yes…aren’t we all learning something new about Randi Newton each day. It was a gig that barely lasted two months, that involved me yelling at men in a small overheated room in Murray Hill.  Usually I’d be in a bikini, holding a whip of some sort.  The most odd request was wearing a Wonder Woman costume and shouting at a quivering young man in the corner.  The “dungeon mistress”  would NOT allow me to say, “I’m now getting in my invisible plane…goodbye.” she felt that it was too comical and not appropriate…oh well.  Once we went out for coffee and I was crying to her about a recent ex who had just gotten accepted to an Ivy League school.  I felt that he was now out of my league and I didn’t stand a chance…not really realizing at the time that I didn’t want another one with him when it finally did come around.

“You never know what life will bring…” she said…”It’s a very unexpected thing.  He may come back, when he does, you may not want him back.”

No no no…I did want him back…and when he finally did two years later.  Low and behold, I didn’t.


Then there’s always that one who slips through your fingers like sand, no matter how hard you try to grasp the situation.  There’s no real substantial GOOD reason on why it happens, but it does….I often wonder if I’ll get another chance.  I know that if that would ever happen, it would have to be completely and totally serendipitous, and you can’t force fate.  I wouldn’t want to…but I’d certainly hope that there’s a chance to turn it all around…Or perhaps we will meet in another life, when we are both cats.

(NO it’s not the guy who lives in Astoria I’m referring to by the way.)


Sigh. 2010 is already starting off magical…I just get impatient.

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