Sunday, May 10. 2009
You can see and hear a lot of weird things walking around Lake Miramar. Saturday, John and I walked around the west side of the lake, the side that was fenced off after September 11, 2001. Maybe a year ago the fences were opened and people could jog, walk, skate or bike around the entire five miles of paved road.
The west side of the lake provides a panoramic view of Mira Mesa, MCAS Miramar and on a good day, La Jolla, Downtown and the ocean. Yesterday wasn’t such a good day, but the tall buildings of UTC — the poor man’s La Jolla — were visible in the haze. UTC, which includes University City, is both a business and residential area and has a San Diego zip code, 92122. The residents will insist it is actually La Jolla. It isn’t. You have to cross the I-5 on the west to get that all-important, exclusive and expensive zip code: 92037. Vanity, thy home is Southern California.
So we walked, heading west into the wind blowing off the ocean. Quite brisk, my first thought was, “Should’ve worn a long sleeve shirt.” I had on my brand new Hooters t-shirt and that ubiquitous vest, which was promptly zipped up.
Ahead of us were two immigrants, Indian I would guess, taking pictures, which made John and I talk about just what a terrorist could do to the dam holding back the diminished waters of the Lake Miramar reservoir. For seven years we were blocked from using the path on the west side because of the dam, authorities thinking it was a good terrorist target. How big of a bomb would someone need to breach the stone and dirt structure; ten feet wide at the top and ten times that at the bottom?
America made a lot of irrational decisions after 9/11, as we always do after such an attack, but better to err on the side of caution. It isn’t likely the two Indian guys were disreputable, but one could argue their actions appeared suspicious.
Last week as John and I walked on that end of the lake we saw two ducks copulating in the water. What a show that was. The female was submerged the entire time the drake was mounted. Luckily for her, like human males, the drake only lasted about 30 seconds. And of course once the drake was done he was finished with the female, no small-quack, no after sex smoke, just paddled away, content in his successful attempt to spread his seed.
Women should take heed when they wonder why we men appear to be so insensitive at times: it’s biological. Just accept it and know we love you — until the next one comes along. Just kidding … for the most part.
It’s been apparent to me for years now humans are not biologically wired to be monogamous in our relationships. It’s why married men, most married men, like going to strip bars and viewing nekkid women on the Internets. They’re hungering for something new. Our closest relatives in the primate world, chimpanzees and bonobos, are totally promiscuous.
Scientists tell us true monogamy does not exist in the mammal phyla and rarely among other species outside our class. Anyway, in America this is a losing argument. Most people are convinced we must forever remain monogamous creatures.
And this brings up the most interesting thing we heard as John and I walked around Lake Miramar: there was a young couple jogging in our direction and we could hear the two talking. Well, we could hear the man. He kept saying “I don’t want to offend you,” and “if I offend you I’m sorry.” It sounded like and interesting conversation from my perspective, though it was quite one-sided; the woman was quite soft-spoken. As they got closer I slowed down, hoping to eavesdrop a little more on this guy’s rap. He told, her, “This is what my mind is telling me and I see no reason to tell it anything different.”
The woman said something I couldn’t hear completely and as they were running past the man said, “I hope we can remain friends.”
Oops. He took his girlfriend on a run around Lake Miramar and dumped her. Made me wonder if they arrived separately or if they shared a ride. If it was the latter, can’t imagine it was a pleasant ride home. I wanted to turn around right there and follow them, just to see the end of this drama, but John and I were on a mission and we completed that task: three miles in just over one hour.
Still, the young couple, both quite attractive, remains in my thoughts. She will easily find another mate — if she chooses to. What kind of guy breaks up with his gal while jogging? He was a Marine, that much was evident. You know how to tell? Not just the haircut. If they’re wearing shorts, as this guy was, look at their socks. If the lower parts of the calves, the ankle areas, are not tanned, they are Marines. When Marines do their required PT (at least three times per week) they have to pull the regulation socks all the way up, about five inches above the ankles.
But not all Marines would be so callous as to dump their girlfriend while jogging. This is a guy unfamiliar with love. For him a jog is just as good a time and place as any to end an unwanted relationship. No doubt he already had a new girlfriend in mind, if he wasn’t already seeing her. For him, the old axiom about men is true: “Men are only interested in one thing.”
Now, there are a lot of my married friends who will claim otherwise, honestly so. They love their wives and wouldn’t seriously consider cheating on them, let alone dumping them, but the jogging couple presented an interesting reality, some of us just aren’t interested in monogamy, despite the evidence that men in relationships tend to live longer.
On the other hand, single women tend to live longer than those in relationships.

John thought there might a different, perfectly logical reason, for the jogging man to tell his jogging companion, “I hope we can remain friends.” But anyone who has ever had a girlfriend or boyfriend knows that sentence is used exclusively to end the relationship. Still, I admire John’s optimism.
So anyway, you see and hear a lot of things walking around Lake Miramar and some of it is damn entertaining!
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