Preparing for a First Date with Carmena

PREPARING FOR THAT FIRST DATE WITH CARMENA

Cochran Cornell the Cantankerous Cockroach

Cochran peeked in the mirror. His wings shimmered, having just been washed in the late evening rainfall.        Remember me? I’m Cochran, the Cantankerous Cockroach. Actually, I’m Carolyn’s alter ego.And I’m preparing for my first date with Carmena.      If you can recall your first date with a dream of a woman, you will understand how nervous I am. And of course, as I find myself scittering by a mirror, I cannot help but stop to see if I am physically equal to this date.      I could be a bit slimmer, but I can’t think about that now. And my bronze colors seem a bit dull. I must scoot through some oily mess to shine them up. My antennae seem alert enough.      I am so lucky for now, living in the walls of a college student apartment inhabited by six men. They’re the neatest unclean folks I’ve ever seen. Look at the pizza boxes spread all over the floor, and the remnants of the partying they did last night. Ummmmm. Yummy!      Carmena is younger than I am, but heck, that shouldn’t matter. Her bronze colors are so deliciously appealing. Why, she could bear me thousands of beautiful children in the future, reassuring my genes will reach into the far far future as they have come from the far, far past.      I must leave soon to pick her up. She lives in an adjacent apartment inhabited by the gosh-awfullest clean girls. All she has to eat there is an occasional crumb, and she has to escape her enemy, their cat, to survive.      I hope I can show her a good time tonight. But I’m so nervous. She is the one for me but I could so much ruin it for us. I hope she likes the restaurant I’m taking her to. It allows its human chow-downers to toss their peanut shells on the floor, where they are crunched into tiny bits. Often the shells tossed have nuts left inside. And sometimes these humans even toss their chicken bones on the floor. Ummmm. What nice meat, what nice grease!      After our meal, we’ll scoot over to the neighborhood bar. I’ll have to watch myself and not sip too much of the wine spilled on the counters and the floors.      From there, I’ll bring her to my apartment. I’m certain she will find it more appealing that hers. However, if she knew how many other girlfriends I’ve brought home…my hundreds of friends and compatriots had better not tell on me. But oh, my roommate is a great tattler…oh, that the students would flatten him with the sole of their shoes!      Fortunately, the students, however, don’t seem to mind our presence, and a threat to him would be a threat for me and my better friends. Perhaps the others will chase the tattler out tonight, or at least encircle him to keep him quiet! I hope so. I see great things in the future for Carmena and I.      Doodleoot for now.   Cochran

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ADDITIONAL READING:

“DATING WHEN FIFTY-SOME:” A Guy’s Version

DAVID Part 1 of a 10 Part Romance Story

ROSES ARE RED: Two Original Versions

FROM A FIRST DATE TO A 42nd ANNIVERSARY

SHE’S A CANDLE

From the Bastille to Cinderella

LIZZIE BORDEN—A REENACTMENT

The snow came softly and gently: Feb. 5, 2010

Writings by Cochran—

DEAR A’NONNIEMOUSE FROM COCHRAN (COCKROACH)

WHAT IF YOU HAVE A BUG IN YOUR EAR…?

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