I never thought it would actually happen to me, but it did. Unusual seeing as how there’s a 60 year difference between today and the fictional event i’m talking about, but it did. So today I had a rendez-vous with (my) Betty and a rendez-vous with (my) Midge. The first date was tipical. Betty is, of course, pretty, charming and wholesome. Plus, I love her. Expect I don’t like her, I hate her, hate her with all my will. The end of the date was peculiar, I didn’t see it coming, but it turned out to be the perfect swan song. I got screwed with my pants on and I loved every moment of it. Betty left and my next glance was at a girl. One which turned out to be my version of Midge.
Midge… and Roy. As with Don, it takes me a while to get it. Except they’re not my version of beatniks, they’re actual beatniks. And I’m deemed a power-hungry bourgeois character. The end is inevitable, and as with Don and Roy, we almost go punch for punch, but it ends with both of us realising who we are. Don and Roy. The pleasure-obsessed suit and the pleasure-obsessed hippie. And thus the second swan song. A better end, almost one year to the day after our last chat. Que Sera, Sera. Whatever Will Be, Will Be.