Vita via Miccolo (Life according to Michael)
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Chapter 14 –If it Ain’t Real

I’d been working many years for Michael. We’d been to many cocktail parties, business meetings, various functions and a lot still bothered me. Michael would laugh at things that bothered me since he said it all stemmed from my being insecure. I once got him mad when I remarked that maybe if I had a gun under my fucking armpit I’d feel more secure. He missed the humor!

It was a particular late afternoon when we had to go to a party with a lot of Wall Street types, attorneys, etc. It was going to be one of those parties where I knew most of them would have degrees and probably all read the Wall Street Business Section every day. I was dressing in one of my best dresses. That would still make me look like I shopped at J.C. Penney instead of Sak’s or Bonwitt’s. I brushed my brown hair that I had three weeks before tried to make blonde. I thought I had looked kind of okay as a blonde but Michael had turned looking at me like I had two heads, "Sparks, what the hell did you do to your hair?"

I grimaced and said, "Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s only a rinse and washes out in twelve washings."

I got really pissed when he got on the intercom, "Anthony, get the car. Sparks is going home to wash her hair twelve times!" I got madder when he started laughing at his own damn joke.

I had let it wash out and kept it frosted, which was my compromise in life. I really got sick of having to compromise in life. Once I would have just liked it all to go my way, whether fair or not to someone else.

Anyway, I was dressed for this party and now had to at least find something of a jewelry item to make the outfit as complete as possible. I looked at my watch, which was a nice Timex watch but then I picked up the fake Rolex. I thought for once why not look like I owned something expensive. I put on the fake Rolex and walked down to the limo.

Sitting in the back seat with Michael as the car sped over the bridge heading to Staten Island I heard Michael, "Sparky, what’s that on your wrist?"

I answered, "Why, Michael. Thank you for noticing my new Rolex. It took me quite a few years to save for it and it only arrived a few weeks ago. I’d been waiting for a special occasion to wear it."

Michael picked up my wrist, "You got ripped off. It’s a fucking fake."

I pulled my wrist back, "What makes you think that? You don’t even own a watch, much less a Rolex."

I could tell Michael didn’t like my attitude and he asked, "Sparks, it’s too yellow to be real gold, but that’s the only way I can tell without feeling the weight. I got to give ya credit, it’s got all the right Rolex symbols – probably made in Thailand – they do good work and send it to China to sell to idiots that want fakes."

I crossed my arms and said too loudly, "Well, mine is real!"

"Yeah, you saved all these years for a fucking Rolex, like it tells time better than a Timex or something. Time is time – if it fucking ticks and the hands move in the right amount of time then it tells time."

I remember being so fucking mad. I just wanted something of value and to have something. "Go to hell, Michael."

I heard him sigh, "Oh Sparks, Sparks, Sparks. When are ya ever gonna fucking learn. It aint’ how ya look, it ain’t how smart you are or aren’t, and it sure ain’t got anything to do with if you wear a Rolex."

I was looking out the window and remarked, "Okay, Michael, exactly what does it have to do with? At the party you will latch on to Monica like a male hound in heat on the scent of a bitch because she is tall, blonde, an attorney and she probably wears a Rolex. You’ll probably bonk her bones if you get the chance too!"

Michael nearly choked laughing, "Bonk her bones? Where the hell did you get that stupid bonk her bones? Can’t ya just say I might fuck her?"

I turned to him and snarled, "HA! So you admit it. You have all intentions of dumping me in a corner like a potted plant and try and bonk Monica!"

Michael didn’t answer and looked out his window. Quite a few minutes went past and it was strange he wasn’t saying anything at all. I finally began getting nervous and then started getting tired and a headache. I whispered incase he was thinking about business or something really important, "Michael?"

He still didn’t answer and kept looking out the window but patted the seat next to him and I didn’t think twice…I slid next to him and pressed my face on his arm. "Michael, I didn’t mean to make you mad. I’ll take the watch off if you don’t like it. I just wanted to look important."

Michael still didn’t answer but put his arm around me. "Sparky, you take the watch off because it isn’t real, not because you’re afraid to make me mad. You wear a watch you like and not one that you think makes you look important. You don’t even like a Rolex watch. I’ll get you a watch you’ll like. Know what Sparks? I’ll get you two watches and I bet you’ll like them better and want to wear them to any damn place you go. Believe me?"

"I guess so. But what if I don’t like them?"

"Sparks, you’ll love them. They’re you!"

I was amazed that the rest of the drive Michael kept his arm around me, he kept me with him even when talking to Monica, and finally the night was over and we were back at my apartment. It wasn’t very late when the doorbell rang and a delivery-man handed Michael a box. He turned to me and said, "Sparks, get naked so I can put a watch on your wrist!"

I started laughing and stripping and asked how he had a watch bought between the hours of 6 P.M. and 11 P.M.

"Yeah, Sparks, well some clout comes with being Michael G, now close your eyes and hold out your wrist. Then you’re gonna fuck me for choosing you the right watch and make up for that stupid bonking sentence! Monica? Not likely. And, that’s all I’m saying on that Monica subject."

I held out my wrist and felt a watch being strapped on and then Michael turned me away from him so my back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped around my waist.

"Okay, Sparks, now look at your watch!"

I opened my eyes and was stunned! "Oh my GOD! It’s beautiful. I love it. OH Michael!" I tried to turn around to hug him when he laughed and said he had turned me away so I wouldn’t act like a puppy and start jumping all over licking him!

Later that night after I had made up for my bonking sentence I was snuggled against Michael looking at my hand on his chest. I could see my watch and he’d been right. I felt good with my watch on my wrist. It was the most beautiful watch with a black leather band, the face was mother of pearl and it had a beautiful picture of Lady & The Tramp from Disney. My other watch he bought me was just as beautiful with Thumper and Bambi. I couldn’t wait until morning to wear my watch to the office.