What’s Your Favorite?

When I was a little bitty boy, everything was my favorite, at least as long as it took me to find a new favorite. My favorite ice cream was vanilla, until mom bought home some Neapolitan ice cream which becomes my new favorite right up to the point when dad took us to the ice cream shop and I discovered 

Rocky Road

ice cream. You see everything is new to a child; therefore everything becomes their favorite thing until the next new thing comes along. Then it is that new thing that is their favorite until… and so on, and so on.

This childish view of favorites lasted right up to the point when I discovered women and music. These two things taught me a new definition of what a favorite thing is and can be. Take music for instance. It is true that in the beginning I did like Rock & Roll music. Rock music was my favorite type of music and the only type of music I would listen to for a long while. But as I grew older I discovered new genres of music and how music does sooth the savage beast, or in my case a wild teenager entering manhood. As time went on I learned that I did have a favorite type of music. That would be any music genre that matched the mood I was in at the time. There were many times that the Blues were my friend, Easy Listening music helped me get through the night, Country music made me think, and Ray Stevens’s songs made me laugh. However when I wanted to dance, just let me hear some of that Old Time Rock & Roll Music. Now, to this very day my favorite type of music is music that matches my mood.

As for my favorite type of woman; let’s just say it has been a long slow uphill battle to discover what type of woman is my favorite. A happy home demands that at this point I state unequivocally, my favorite type of woman now is, and always will be, my wife. But in the beginning there was no way a young teenage boy like myself could choose what type of girl was his favorite type. Should I choose a tall one, a short one, a redhead, blond, brunette, one with brown eyes, blue eyes, maybe green eyes, and did you see that one standing over there? She sure can dance to that Rock & Roll music. How can a boy choose his favorite type of girl with all those different types of girls to pick from? You simply can’t have a favorite, can you? That is until the boy in me discovered the difference between a girl and a woman. You see a woman is the same as a girl but with so much more to offer. It was then that I, the boy becoming a man, discovered the ultimate truth and of course my all time favorite type of woman. That would be; Any woman that looks back, looks good. Therefore the one looking back becomes my favorite. You do know this was all before my wife came along don’t you? 

Now days it seems that the younger generation has no regard for change any more than my generation did back when we were that young. Change happens slowly and our favorite things change too without us even knowing it. Now that we have entered the computer age it would seem that computers have ways to remind us about what our favorites are. It seems like most of the programs on my computer now have a “Favorites” icon. However I have noticed that those “favorites” don’t change unless we change them. When I tell my computer about a favorite site for downloading my favorite music it will always remind me of that site even though my mood has changed and therefore my favorite music has changed. Only the computer doesn’t change. It’s just another thing the computer does to aggravate me. And don’t get me started about putting in a site into my “favorites” that has pictures of women who are looking back. My one and only favorite wife will make me her favorite eunuch if she catches me on one of those sites. I call that cutting off your … Never mind this is not one of my favorite things to think about anyway. So all you beautiful women out there do me a favor and don’t look back, but you can leave me a note or comment and still be one of my favorite people.