July 7, 2012
02:51:17 PMSilas Bates
did not necessarily expect his mother to do everything for him until the end of time. He did not live with her with the intention of leaching off of her food supply and generous cleaning habits. He simply loved her very much and couldnít imagine a life without her. That sort of life came a lot sooner than he expected, though. She warned him that once heís been graduated from college for a year that she would kick him out, but he didnít really expect it to happen. She was his mother and he needed her because he loved her. He did kick her out, though, and when that happened he went to live in the same town his uncle lived in. Evergreen was a small little town, but he had a nice job there and the people were kind. At least, most of them were. Some of them were grumpy because they were doing things they shouldnít be in the movie theater and he had to tell them to stop or report them to his boss. Silas always had good intentions, even if some people couldnít see that. He was obedient and protective of what was his. Sometimes his protectiveness didnít get him very far because he wasnít exactly a tough guy, but that didnít keep him from trying.
Silas had been living in this Evergreen place for a month or so now. It wasnít so bad, but he missed home and he missed his mama. He got to talk to her on the phone a lot. She seemed well. She was traveling like she had always wanted to. Anyways, back to the point. Silas signed up for the townís matchmaking service after his husband encouraged him to. The only woman heís ever loved was his mother and heís never really been with a girl. At least not in that sexual-physical sense that people keep raving about. Silas was awkward. He was always the friend, at the most, but most pretty girls didnít look twice at the curly-headed boy. He was not muscular and he was not quite as polished as other men, especially in this town where everyone looked like a movie star. He didnít mind being overlooked. He preferred not to have the attention on him.
Today was a very important day. Silas had woken up, made his tea, and then picked out his outfit, an ensemble that was very similar to everything else he owned. Even his work uniform resembled his everyday apparel somewhat. He sat on a park bench with some flowers in his hands. The bench was under a crooked tree that was well rooted in the ground, but looked like it could tip over at any moment and the flowers in his hands were peonies: his favorite. Silas glanced at his watch nervously. He was exactly nine minutes and forty three seconds early. He didnít want this mystery woman, the woman the town thought he might be able to marry, to think he didnít care enough to be on time. Silas fidgeted and his knees bounced in anticipation. He had sent the woman a note, asking her to meet him at that bench under the crooked tree that looked like it might fall over, but was perfectly stationary nonetheless. As the clock ticked on, he wondered if she would really show. Or, if she did show, he wondered if she wouldnít mind that he was, well, Silas, and not some movie-star looking tough guy.