Change!?

I’ll “Change” him!

(Part I)

 

     Professor “Epitome-of-academic-class” began his sociology class lecture with enthusiasm:

     Three girlfriends sat around an elegant table in a fashionable restraint sipping the very “wine-of-the-day” in mock-celebration of Judi-Lynn’s recent engagement announcement. Shortly, the “to that-point” pleasant vacant conversation riddled with expected, and, delivered, niceties of congratulatory “You are so lucky!” to “He’s quite a hunk!” to the fifth round of heartfelt near-fainting utterings of flattering “ooh’s” and “aah’s” as the diamond-sparkles of the most exquisite engagement ring literally lighted the dining atmosphere experience turned to “Mr. Wonderful.

     Each knew him; had for many years---personally! A decision of “Keeping-it-in-the-group” monotony. Not that such transgression mattered to any of them, not even the intended, Judi-Lynn. After all, boys will be boys. Now, though, with a ring on her finger, the obviously envied “friend” of the flock had to defend her “Sir Gal-a-had!” as it was her expected duty to do so.

     Charmaigne began with a diatribe of Mr. “Right’s” extravagances, each deliciously described in un-delightful dining conversation explicit detail; Mary Ann topped that expose of debauchery with an appalling un-appetizing assault on his questionable character and her surmise through an accusing summation that his modus operandi seemed unlikely to improve with age, or marriage.

     Judi-Lynn remained silent after the onslaught stormed past impolite and raged like a full-blown hurricane ripping her man to shreds like decimated Florida after Andrew in the ’90’s.

     To fill her vacant lack of “polite” conversation as she couldn’t get a salacious word in edgewise, anyway, the “winner” of the “prize” busied herself guzzling a half-dozen water goblets brim-filled with red-grape fermented-spirits, biding her time, building a temper tantrum.

     At long last, when the gleeful twin-demons had expended their venom and came up short of breath, Judi-Lynn slammed her empty glass on the white linen table cloth, getting the undivided attention of every patron in the very fine establishment filled with other “elite-Royals”.

     “Well!” Judi-Lynn exploded. “All the things you say are true; he may not be perfect---Yet!”

     Taking a deep breath and smiling surreptitiously, she declared, “But, I’ll change him!”

 

Tomorrow---Part II

     The prof has wet their appetite, though some seem un-comfortable; he issued the assignment:

Your assignment, class: Contemplate the following:

What? Is more difficult than affecting---Change?

For now. Until the ’morrow dawn! Mon Amie!