Bob Barker

I decided to begin a story about Bob Barker and I. Let me assure you that I do not have a thing for old men, nor Bob Barker in general. I found it quite fun to just pretend. Oh lord, I hope this isn't the beginning of some random romance novel obsession.

It was over a distant conversation, that I realized the magnificence of Bob Barker. He was shy and avoided my eyes often. His passivity drew me in. It made me want to know him more, to see him for who he really is, and for him to see me for who I really am. I’ve never been drawn to the Chuck Woolery type of man. The kind of man who knows who or what he is. If he’s got it all figured out, when what can I add to his life? But Bob, he didn’t have it all worked out, and he wasn’t satisfied with that. In this I knew I could add something to his life, not to boast of my own doings. It just feels nice to know that I have a purpose in such a wonderful man’s life. From my point of view, he wasn’t too interested in me at first. I wish I could remember, and pinpoint the moment when he began to take an active interest in who I was. My memory isn’t too good anymore. He must have a constant inner dialogue going on. His emotional transitions seem to spring up out of nowhere, causing him to seem impulsive; but I know different, I know he thinks, he analyzes every minute detail of the situation; thinking of his and my current emotion, before he acts. It is a long and difficult process, but oh so perfect in the end.