Cyndi McCoy: The odds are good that the goods are odd
A Face in the Crowd
Up here they say the odds are good but the goods are odd. “They” are those in or now out of the Grand County dating scene; “goods” being, well, you get the point. I’ve heard it for years but I had no idea.
With Valentine’s Day around the corner, I’ve got the Normski brainstormin’ with me for his Couple of Couples Pucker Up Party, I’ve got girlfriends surfing eHarmony (why? when there’s supposedly a 10 to 1 ratio in their favor? Read that first line again.), and I’m enjoying guessing what’s in the Middle Park air for Cupid.
A couple weeks ago, I was contacted by a custom romance/adventure book company offering to let me try out their product. I thought, “Hey, why not?” I was intrigued. I like the concept of inserting the reader as the protagonist of a literary journey.
I filled in the details, eye color: hazel, hair: brunette, blah blah, closest airport: DIA. As a single woman, writer and company co-owner Kathy Newbern told me I could pick any guy I wanted to accompany me (I had chosen a ski vacation because I felt it appropriate to our area).
So, Benicio del Toro and I are whisked away from Denver after winning a trip to this ski lodge from KBCO. “We” hadn’t had a chance to get away in such a long time. All nice and good, until “I” shriek.
I would hope I have never and will never be heard shrieking. I could have shrugged that off except that “I” shrieked because “I” couldn’t wait to go shopping when we got there.
I thought to myself, if I was on a free vacation to ski with film actor Benicio del Toro, I wouldn’t want to waste time shopping. I don’t even like to shop, and I felt this female character, the one with lacquered nails I’d rarely be caught in, might not represent me.
So maybe I’m not as romantic as I thought. At least del Toro and I fictionally fired up our passions in the first 60 pages. We had some drinks at the lodge afterward with a crazy ski instructor who turned out to be ours for the next two days. The rest of the time Benicio was worried about the instructor taking us into dangerous ski territory, which he does.
I was thinking, hey, we should be back in our room, next to the fire. I didn’t want to deal with an avalanche that sweeps away my sweet love, who’s tucked in with snow while I fret, overnight in our room alone.
He’s rescued and “we” are so thankful for each other, but I’ll take my cheese paired with wine at Untamed, thank you. I still think it’s a great concept, I just think it’d be a better gift for friends to enjoy than for me … although I’ve always wanted to go to Greece.
When you’re out and about, ask me how to be the life of a party at 6 a.m., wish my great uncle Fred peace, quiz Tannen Loge to see if he knows how many lines are in a sonnet, and ask Jerry if her face feels any better ” you’re still beautiful. (I’m tellin’ ya, tuck and roll brothers and sisters.) Also, there is a call out to artists interested in joining an artisans cooperative at Brooks Gallery in Grand Lake.
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