Mia Watts is my guyly girl and I miss Tony!
Mia’s right, you know…
She says the term for a woman like me is guyly girl. I’m a jeans and boots-wearing, big dog loving, horseback riding, sharp shootin’ tomboy. I may be married to an alpha hunk, but Mia and I carry on this long-distance love affair, because she’s totally funny and cool and because her words are to die for. Her prose is insanely gorgeous. The only male/male romances I’ve read are hers - reading one of her books is like reading a love poem, a very naughty, erotic love poem, but still a love poem. Damn, I adore her books and her person. Plus she’s got the prettiest set of eyes I’ve ever seen with the unfair kind of long eyelashes that the fates usually reserve for guys. You know…guys get all the lashes. One of these days, mark my words, she will have the time to write a best seller and then I’ll be able to say I knew her when.
She did just get an award on All Romance Ebooks for She’s Got Balls! Go Mia! http://miawatts.blogspot.com/
I miss my Tony! There’s this shoe repair shop in town called Tony’s Shoe Repair. I used to go there all the time…I’d be like, “Um, honey? You have any shoes that need repairing or polishing, or maybe have a loose heel?“ Just so I could go to Tony’s shop. When you entered Tony’s shop, you entered another dimension. There would be Tony, a big bear of a man, with dark hair and an ever-present five o’clock shadow, embracing you with his Brooklyn Italianese and a big, welcoming hug. I’d squeeze into the tiny space, past Tony’s elderly father who sat on a little stool at a little table, shining shoes, maybe playing checkers with a friend, and I’d find any excuse to stand at the counter as long as I could, letting Tony’s voice wash over me like a warm, soothing rain falling direct from heaven. Tony was not of this world. He made shivers…good shivers…run up and down my spine. I swear to God he was from some place else and that some place wasn’t just Brooklyn. I like to think of him as an angel slumming with us humans for a time.
Five years ago, Tony sold the place and took his dad back to New York. It’s still called Tony’s Shoe Repair, but now some other guy owns it. He’s professional and all, I mean, he does a decent job with a repair, but he doesn’t talk to you and he doesn’t do all the extra stuff Tony used to do. Like, when I’d take a pair of boots in to Tony to get new heels or re-soled, I’d get those boots back reconditioned and polished, looking like brand new. The guy who owns the place now just fixes the heels and he’s done. Wouldn’t think to buff out a scuff mark if his life depended upon it. And his voice is just a voice. A human voice. It does nothing for me. The smell of glue is so thick in the closed space that I get in and out as quick as I can. I can feel my brain starting to fry…When Tony owned the place, it smelled like warm, clean, yummy leather, never like glue. Ah well, I think I’ll write a book about him…
And from my friends at Project Bacon http://projectbacon.wordpress.com/ comes this hilarious tidbit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T_obaO46Bo&feature=player_embedded
