Dating Sparky
If you want to be themayor’s girlfriend, better bone up on
Bosnia.
Now that Sparky has been re-elected for another four years, pundits
and prognosticators predict we will see a new Sparky, a mellow Sparky,
a kind and gentle Sparky. The mayor asserts he will spend more time
with friends and family—and not so much time in the office,
where he keeps several pairs of pants and his famous collection of
walking shoes. There is speculation that he will reach out to members
of the Church Formerly Known as Mormon. (Staffers say the mayor is
studying Reformed Egyptian in his spare time.)
For his own sake, as well as for the peace of mind of those around
him, everyone hopes and prays the mayor will find mellowness. An indication
of how far Sparky has come on the road to mellowness may be gleaned
from a recent feel-good feature on the mayor published in The Salt
Lake Tribune, an up-close-and-personal look at his interests, ideals
and idiosyncrasies.
About the re-elected mayor we learned all sorts of curious things.
He doesn’t like the word “dating,” preferring instead
“building a relationship.” He wakes up at 3 a.m. and reads
Crime and Punishment. The message on his answering machine is in both
English and Navajo. He goes around making people take care of baby
robins in danger of being run over.
When he leaves office, he wants to go to Washington and do something
about the sex trade in India. The woman currently auditioning to be
Sparky’s future life partner says Sparky “has the love
of humankind.” Best of all, according to the profile, the mayor
“dumped a woman years ago who didn’t care enough about
Bosnia.”
There were skeptics who were convinced the profile was a light-hearted
put on, a tongue-in-cheek attempt to poke fun at our earnest mayor.
Dump a woman because she doesn’t care about Bosnia? Answering
machine message in Navajo? Surely you jest. But here at City Weekly
we can assure you that the pieces were accurate and objective. Our
researchers have unearthed evidence that completely substantiates
the up-close-and-personal details revealed in the Sparky profile.
Sharp-eyed readers may have recently noticed a desperate letter in
Harriette Cole’s thrice-weekly Sense and Sensitivity column,
published in The Salt Lake Tribune. The poignant appeal appeared in
late October:
“Dear Harriette: Please help! Can you recommend a good book
on Bosnia? Where the heck is Bosnia, anyway? Is it by Portugal? I’ve
been dating, excuse me, building a relationship with a guy who says
not even to think about becoming his life partner until I finish the
entire works of Fyodor Dostoevsky, in the Garnett translation.
“Plus after dinner I have to, like, conjugate the future perfect
tense and memorize irregular verb forms. In Navajo! Cripes! Does he
want a life partner or a code-talker? I don’t really mind that
he changes his pants like 50 times a day. But I experience the depths
of despair when he says he’ll dump me faster than a lazy employee
unless I come up with a strategic plan to deal with the sex trade
in India. He dumped one woman because she didn’t care enough
about Bosnia, another because she didn’t care about the gross
national product of Portugal, another because she didn’t care
enough about properly fitting walking shoes, another because she fell
asleep while he was showing her snapshots of his weekend at Cape Cod
with Mitt Romney. He says he loves humankind, but I just want to know
if he cares a flip about me. Help me Harriette, please please please.
Sincerely, Sleepless in Salt Lake City.”
From Harriette came this answer: “Dear Sleepless: Grow up,
sister. You are blowing your chances of finding true happiness. There
are hundreds of women out there who would think that learning Navajo
is a small price to pay for the opportunity to become the life partner
of such a great catch. As far as Dostoyevsky is concerned, just fake
it. Your local bookstore has CliffsNotes, or you can get plenty of
good plot summaries on the Internet.
“On the Bosnia deal, last time I looked, Bosnia was somewhere
up by Norway. You may have to do some homework to come up with a viable
strategic plan for solving the sex-trade problem in India. Go to my
Website and order my best-selling pamphlet, How to Solve the Sex Trade
Problem in India in 10 Easy Steps.
“If none of this works for you, send me your boyfriend’s
phone number. I’ve been looking for a man who cares about Bosnia
all my life. Good luck!”