I (heart) you!

I guess by now yall (4 people or whoever remembers to check it) have realized that I am a net, tv and movie junkie. BuT DID yall see the Sopranos tonight???????????? Granted it hasn't gotten me to heart palpitation levels like 24.

Lord Big Love seems like its going to be my kind of show. A polygamist in this day and age...Wonderful.
Three wives and about 7 kids(?) Let the domestic and sexual drama begin. It's like having a pecking order, its like being 3 sisters competing for your parents attention. So he had about 10 ppl vying for his attention and finances and cock.
Talking about polygamy this reminds me of my boss at the bank (the bank manager). He is black but he is also a Muslim and I think his mother was the 2nd or 3rd wife and he has about 25 brothers and sisters. He said that the 1st wife was more like his mother and he loved her more actually. His father was there but it was mainly the wives and their interactions that dominated his family experience.
Why were we having such a personal conversation at work? Well I had come back to visit after my 1st yr at college and I went to the bank to "catch up" and we ended up having a really honest conversation. How did he manage to share all of that with me? Well we were both opening up and I expressed fear about perpetuating for another generation of the single mother in my family: grandmother, mother, me(?). I was giving the whole woe is me act that I never had a different example in my life, I don't know how married couples are supposed to interact, I have a horrible father ecetera ad nauseum. Well not ad nauseum, but you get the drift. So he gave me the example of his family situation as proof that I doesn't matter where you start off, it matters where you want to be....create your own future etc.
So, after he gets my address at school, email etc he invites me to have brunch. Hesitantly I say yes wondering if this is inappropriate but I figure, he'll never actually call or I can brush him off. And call he does.... 2 days before I leave my mom brings me the phone...
"Mr. Mitchell is on the phone" with a questioning look in her eyes. I mentioned the offer to her, I guess like me she never thought it would come to fruition.
So basically I feel bad and accept so we go to brunch on a Sunday (right after I came back from church LOL). He picks me up in his Benz and now I'm uncomfortable. A heart to heart in your office while there is the entire world and the buzz of life of the bank right outside your tinted and draperied office is wayyyyyy more comforting than this.
So we go and there is no one else there having brunch. There is a waterfall, lush vegetation and about 3 staff members. We are there for about 3 hours and we talk about politics, raising children, education, movies, important people in our life and he tries to start broach the relationship topic which I artfully avoid.
So he drops me home and I wave bye to him and finally breathe a sigh of relief. Of course I've left out commentary on the pseudo flirting and scandal bag of compliments he pays me - repeatedly.
My mom doesn't even ask me too much about it we don't like those kind of weird conversations, I mean this is the woman who let me read a book as my sex education...not a word about it after that. So fast forward to 2nd semester sophomore year....I actually get a thank you card from him for going out to brunch and a few other things......
Fast forward to the next time I go home. Of course I pass by the bank to make my customary hi and catch up and Mr Mitchell isn't there. Apparently he was transferred and is a father to be, the mother..... a seventeen year old girl. Lord ....SMH I guess I dodged the bullet. He is handsome in a older guy kind of way and at least 65years old with a physique that's still attractive...about 6' 2" fit enough, salt and pepper, commanding, confident, nice smile etc. But 17yrs old c'mon man, c'mon.
Always the freaks... but life happens