In loving memory of the Miracle Worker


I had my share of men in my long life. Some make me smile, when I
remember them. You Jimmy, you fill my heart with warmth. You make my
hands tremble with anticipation. You still give me tingles from light
years away.

I havn't seen you for decades. The sweet sound of your voice is a
mere reminder of my rotten youth. Nobody understands the meaning of the
words "making love" better than you. We only shared one night. It was a
night I shall treasure and fondly remember until my own death.

It seems like yesterday that I've been to this party with Ann. We
ended up flirting with the same guy. You responded enthusiastically to
both of us. Ann and I were quite the opposite and you loved that.

You seemed to appreciate Ann's caramel coloured, cuddly prettiness, her
girlish cuteness the same way you took to my pale skinned, redhaired,
all-woman Irish flair.

To this very day your love still burns inside of me. This night has
been a special gift from you to me. I will cherish it forever.

I remember Ann saying, "I'm gonna fight you over this one." I could
tell she was as much on fire as I was. Couldn't blame her, you were
awfully sweet.

I merely shrugged. "I don't think you'll have to. I'm perfectly
willing to share. And he doesn't seem to be able to make up his mind
anyways."

Ann laughed. She probably thought that I was joking. I wasn't. I
never had a threesome before in my life. But the very idea of it
sparked my sense for adventure. Now I had locked onto a target. I was
on a mission.

Some time later we left the party, with you in the middle. Ann still
didn't believe I was serious. She thought I had been drinking too much
and you had just a big mouth but not the guts to take on two women at
the same time.

Ann, havn't you watched the show often enough to know that he could
work miracles?


However, over a glass of my favourite red whine I challenged you. You
picked us up on it. I knew that I risked to scare you off, but you
loved the idea.

Ann stared at us in disbelief. "Are you guys serious?"

I adored the way you would lay down on the bed in my room, crossing
your arms behind your head, wearing this devlish grin on your face.
Your eyes were sparkling with excitement when you announced, "Ladies,
I'm all yours."

What I remember of this night are no pornographic details. I just
remember your playful charms, your gentleness, the way your touch would
send tingles of pleasure all over my body. I still appreciate the
respect you showed towards two young girls, who were in search for
love.

We made love that night, Jimmy. Pure, undemanding, unselfish love.
That's the only way to love. Thank you for showing me this.

Although most people remember you for being Scotty, I remember you for
being the best sex I've ever had. You looked so roguish with that
beard. Hmmmmh very, very sexy.

I'm tempted to say Rest In Peace, but this doesn't seem to fit for a
Catholic, who never believed in monogamy. ;) So instead:

Here's to ye, lad! Party on!
(I raise a glass of fine 12 year-old Connemara to make a final toast)